Delaware Valley College - Cornucopia Yearbook (Doylestown, PA)

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10 THE GLEANER tobacco can into it. Some of Berts work, no doubt! or perhaps he was making love tothe cow girls in the stanchions. Sid! I wondered what he was, doing. Is he still running for president of the Amalgamated Pickle Union or is he trying to sell some poor persons moleskin coat to the Intercollegiate Skiho Club of Brazil? It did not take me long to act according to my deci- sion. I was soon on my way to the railroad' station with Homer, my dog at my heels, to, findif-I could, my old friends. I advanced the ticket office and asked for two tickets to Chciago. The clerk looked at me as if I were an escaped Napo- lean and asked what they were for. I told him for myself and my dog. We had been con- stantly together and were not going to part now. He laughed again and exclaimed, Hot dogs! I told him if he didn't mind his own business there would be a mad dog after a dog gone fool. He didn't have much more to say. I purchased the tickets and boarded th etrain. It felt good to sit in a train again. But I sat in the train two hours and! it did not go. I got out to seek the reason. Up in front, stretched under the engine was the greasy engineer, cussing in German at the engine. That cussing sounded familiar. I went up to the venerable sir and inquired of the trouble. Ach Himmel said he, Dot crank case cracked under der piston, she don't voik. ' Those words and that face were enough. Dutch, I cried. Good old Dutch, and still with your machinery! Well. wellii' Touff! Philosipher! Ver in der name from I-Iimmel did you come from? Groman! what are you doing. I-low is Hazel and how manv children have you? Touff! Now who'd a tinked it! How are you? Vot are vou doing? Have vou heard of any of the other fellows, Gro- mari? all living and making good? Where is Zinn, Slim, Moishe, Vait vonce! cried he, I vill fix you un. Petty soon ve vill be in touch mit all der class mates. Statman, der famous paint splasher und inventor invented der famous 'no vire talking machine 'vot can be used onlv hv der twenty von class men and der P. Go's Pretfv soon I vill call all der classmates up, und I vill tell dem to be

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THE GLEANER 9 worse case-One of the most helpless I've ever seen. In killing her out right you have saved us a gallon of the black bottle. To show our appreciation we will let you free and wish you success in your undertakings. I thank you. Wish me success in my undertakings! How those words rang in my ear. Success, bah! I cursed you. I cursed ambition, the police, jails, pawn bokers pretty women and every thing else I could think of. I went into a park and laid! down on a bench to rot. What else could I do? I lost faith in you, and as you controlled all happenings I lost faith in everything. To rot on a park bench that was best! But I wasn't rotting very long when a policeman woke me Young man, he said, I arrest you for loafing 'come along. Fate you instantly became my best friend. I loved everything. I loved ambition, the police, pawn brokers and pretty women- I was a happy man. The judge sentenced me to five years imprisonment.,I was so glad. I ran up to the judge and kissed him. Sir! he yelled! You have insulted the honor of the court. I sentence you to another five years imprison- ment! That was just what wapted. I kept on kissing him until my sentence reached ten years and then quit. I certainly was lucky. At jail they treated me fine. They put me behind the- bars and chained big balls to my feet to play with. I only received one meal a day, but that was a banquet. In the morning they give me an appetizer --bread and water. At noon came the big feed water and bread and in the evening they gave me the desert-bread and water. I asked for companionship so they gave me a yellow dog. I still have him, He's a good dog. e Well, to cut ten years down to a few lines! the time fled only too fast- I enjoyed myself got fat. raised a mus- tach and thought a lot about pawn brokers, pretty wo- men etc. and when my ten years were up, I shaved my- self and went out with my dog to see what you had done to my friends, my class mates. What are the boys doing now I wondered? I wished myself among them once more.- Hounk Babe Staat, Getz! What is cowboy doing now? Ten years ago he was catching horses in the workshop when Joe was out fixing drain pipe after some one thru a

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THE GLEANER 11 on der watch from you, und you can find them easy then Vait voncef' Statman and his inventions again! Just like him, I thought. Presently Groman returned and I asked him if he was successful. Yes, said he, Dey vill vatch for you. But you must take dot odder train. Mine is all ga-smashed. Der boiler is busted und der smoke stack, I can't find him, und maybe two or three veels iss missing. So long, old boy und ven you come around again, just stop in und see der family. I bid him good-bye and left for the Windy City. While on the train I mused how strange it was that if some people will form a goal, they will strive for it no matter how laborsome the road to success is. Now there is a boy who knew only tractors and Hazel and he kept them in mind until he got them both. I don't doubt that but by this time he has Hazel- nuts from machinery. A night and a day on the train brought me to the City of the Sand Bags. The place had not changed much since I left it for school. I was walking about looking at old familiar silghts when some one bumped into me. Ugh, I said I beg your pardon sir, can't you see where you are going? Get out of my way with your cur. Can't a gentle- man walk into his oflice without bumping into every dirty beggar on the --Ye gods! Its Touff. Of all things !. Greenwald! Yes it was Greenwald, and to find you in the city when any one would think to iind you on a ranch! How come? Oh, those were only boyhood days. But I haven't left the butcher business. Gaze at that sign above my door- 'Swift Greenwald 85 Co? How's that! 'Swift Greenwald. At school you were 'fast, now your 'swift' VVhere do you live? On the skirts of the town. Got a nice cozy bunga- low for two - -. 1 Wait a minute. You say yo ulive on the skirts of the town and got a bungalow for two. I don't under- stand. So vouire doing good. Thats line. Say: who is this humpack along? He looks familiar. Homer! Get off that beggar! Just a minute old man, how much do you sell your shoe laces for?'i