Butler University - Carillon / Drift Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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trousers and jumped out of the open window, intent upon capturing the thieves, which he was sure were the cause of the disturbance among the ducks. In his hurry the loaded shot-gun was forgotten. As he entered with clumsy stealth, the ducks hurried past, followed by a great shaggy animal which seized the Doctor before he was able to open the bulls-eye lantern that he had grabbed up in his rush. Joriander, said a familiar voice. The cover of the lan- tern flew back and shot its red rays up in the Doctor ' s favor- ite apple tree, where an astonished face seemed suspended. Lower down were the soft, troubled eyes of Dolly, who held her ground with unwilling heroism. George Bailey! said the Doctor. I ' m surprised. Yes, sir. I didn ' t intend you should know yet. Er — is it — that is — is it exactly safe for }-ou to stand on Dolly ' s back to get the apples ? It ' s veryr convenient, although she did jump a little just now. Shall I never, mused the Doctor inwardly. Who would have thought that the little imp would have taken me literally? I don ' t know whether this night air is just the t hing for you, George, he added aloud. We — that is — suppose we go into the house. I have some cakes left over from supper. By the way, did you get any of the Anson ' s Watercore? No, sir ; just the Maiden Blush. I didn ' t know that any of the others were ripe except the sweet apples, and we have those at home. Well, I will give you some of them, and you can take them home to your mother. Thank you, but I don ' t think she would care for any ; she don ' t care much for apples anyway, George quickly volunteered. Leaving Dolly at the door, the two, with Joriander, en- tered the kitchen. Once inside, the Doctor reassured him- self that George was still developing, by means of his usual examination of a pinch of the cheek. You ' re coming on, he said, and sliced off a liberal piece of cake, watching its disappearance with professional pride. Is that your first trip? he continued, eyeing the lad crit- ically. Yes, sir; vou know vou told — I know. I say — I wouldn ' t do it to any one else ' s or- chard, though. Of course, it ' s all right here. But — The blue eyes opened wide. Oh. dear no! The tanned cheeks reddened. You told me to — I know, and as long as there are any apples on my trees, you ' re perfectlv welcome. But — it ' s not absolutely necessary to do it at night. I think we had better get along now ; your mother might miss you. Lantern in hand, the Doctor saw George safely home and helped him stable Dolly. Then he watched the lad ascend to his room by way of a porch pillar and a grapevine. Joriander stretched himself beneath his master ' s window. The Doctor, gave him an absent-minded pat, and turned away, meditating on his amazing success in curing without medicine. Jesse Pavey.

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Ferry said, in the tone of one who had reached the extreme of endurance: Did you ever? ' ' hat can his mother be thinking of? And as for that Doctor, I beheve he ' s gone crazy ! What in the v(Drld ails that horse? said Mrs. Simpson, Dolly had grown old over night. Her head had drooped almost to her fetlocks, and she stumbled along awkwardly. George was gayer than ever ; for how did he know that, after the proud way of women, she had let him break her heart ? By an intricate arrangement of rope, a toy express cart, such as small boys drag about by the handle, was hitched on behind Dolly. It contained several rocks upon which sat the boldest of George ' s ragged followers. What a shame ! said Mrs. Simpson. Not far away they met the Doctor. As was visual he stopped to take a reassuring pinch of George ' s biceps, which by this time had grown to the size of a cherry, to look at his tongue, and to tickle him in the ribs. The Italian boy slid from the pile of rocks and faded into the color of the road- side. Are you sure Dolly likes that ? the Doctor asked. Whj ' , she understands we are just playing! George clambered down, nevertheless, and lifted up her head, looked searchingly in her clouded eyes. Then he went around and untied the ropes, leaving the load where it was. Dolly ' s head came up. She threw the fetlock out of her eyes. Joriander, as much pleased as she, thrust a congratu- latory kiss at her and described circles of joy about them. Down the road, with his straw hat just showing above a hummock of sand, the Italian boy was waiting. Mi(i is that little boy you play with so much, George? Vh ' , that ' s Napoleon Shampine. He knows everything. I ' m glad you told me to play with the Italian children, be- cause they ' re ever so much nicer than the other children. Why, you wouldn ' t believe the things that he has told me! Such as what, George? We-11, I-I ' d rather you wouldn ' t tell Mamma, but it is principally about — well — devils, you know. There are so many, } ' ou know, and the} ' do such strange things. All you ha ' e t( ) know is how to make the horns, and you are per- fectly safe, though. I see, commented the Doctor. And he has promised to teach me other things — Well, I don ' t know , said the Doctor anxiously. I — I ' ll tell you bimeby, said George. It is only what you told me to do, and I want to surprise you. George, as he had been taught at home, put up his dirty face for the Doctor to kiss him good-by before he hurried on down the road to join his playmate. The Doctiir as a rule was a sound sleeper, but in apple time he slept with his shot-gun loaded with pepper and the window toward the orchard up. As an added safeguard against apple thieves, he turned his ducks in there, and they were as good as the geese that saved Rome when it came to raising an alarm. One night he awoke suddenly at the confused hawnk and the tluimpings of the ducks. He hurriedly drew on his

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College Girls CHE word co-eil seems to nie a term prompted by masculine vanity. From the girl ' s point of view, her brother is being co-educated as much as her- self. The co-ed would seem to be a girl who is graciously permitted to attend a boys ' school, while, as a matter of fact, in the co-educational colleges the girls rather outnumber the boys, and take quite as active an interest in most of the college enterprises. There is no denying, however, that one who has been ac- customed to a college for girls only, finds a decided differ- ence in attitude in coming to a place where boys and girls share the college life together. It seems to me inevitable that a college where only one sex is represented should have greater unity of spirit and feel- ing. Only one set of interests exists, and the energy of the whole college is bent toward them. For instance, take the important subject of athletics. The girls in the women ' s colleges have their various teams — not football to be sure, but basket-ball, hockey, tennis, sometimes rowing. They are carefully trained by competent gymnastic instructors. They have exciting athletic meets, where the different classes compete, and, although no special emphasis is laid on record-breaking, their performances in running, jumping, and so on, are worthy of some respect. They even play games with other girls ' colleges, although this is not encour- aged to any great extent. In other words, they have a hearty athletic life of their own. Now, the girl in the co- educational school plays a little tennis, perhaps a little bas- ket-ball. She is given some instruction in gymnastic work, but in a rather perfunctory way, for the great expenditure of time and energy must be put upon the boys. They are the ones who will win athletic prestige for the college, and athletic prestige, whether we wish it or not, is the strongest power in bringing a college to the front to-day. So the place of the girl is in the audience. By the inspiration of her pres- ence, she is supposed to do her part toward winning the game. Much the same situation exists in regard to debating and oratory. Although occasionally a feminine orator comes forward, and does well, she is looked at a little askance, and even those who consider themselves liberal in all things edu- cational, are not quite happy at seeing their college repre- sented by a girl. In dramatics, of course, we have a different condition. No woman, Sarah Bernhardt to the contrary, can make an absolutely satisfying man. Especially is it difificult when a conservative Dean refuses to admit the masculine costume in its entirety. A dress coat and boiled shirt, completed by gymnasium bloomers, gives one something of a shock at first. Yet it must be said that while the co-educational dra-