Eastern Washington University - Kinnikinick Yearbook (Cheney, WA)

 - Class of 1929

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1929 KINNIKINICK A THING THAT NEVER HAPPENS T WAS necessary that I go to "Fat" Jen- son's room to get a stamp for a freshly written letter that must be sent at once. I knockcd on the door. "Come in!" came from the depths of someone's throat. The voice sounded sleepy. I went in: but to my dismay, I could see no one. I started to yell. but someone's head popped up from behind a table covered with books, papers, and other articles too numerous and variegated to mention. The owner of that head could hardly be discerned in the descending gloom of twilight. "Whadduyuh want, huh?" queried the voice. Before replying, I turned to the switch, and snapped on the light. Seeing the posi- tion of the person, and other conditions sur- rounding the incident, I burst into such a gale of laughter as I had not done since the time my room-mate lost his shoe one night at a party, Recovering from this sudden out- burst of mirth, I stated that due to the fact that I had a letter ready to go, and that my stamp supply had given out, I was there for the sole purpose of borrowing a stamp. "Well, for th' luv o' mud, but it took you a long while to say it. And you had to spoil my perfectly good nap just for a measly li'l stamp. Huh!" he yawned. He dived into the pile of miscellany on the lable, searching for the much-needed Stamp. After a vigorous hunt of nearly five min- utes he gasped, "Ah! There's one." Making a final effort, he extricated the stamp from its resting-place and shoved it in my face with "Now get th'--." A sudden knock sounded on the door and seemed to be very agitated. Fat yelled, "Yah! Come in!" The door burst open and Joe Feelab came rushing in. As Fat's room was on the third floor of the dormitory and Joe's on the first, he had to run up those stairs and was very much out of wind. After breath- ing hard for a time, Joe spluttered: "I've got a blind date tonight and not a cent to go on. Loan me a fiver, will yuh? Huh? Aw please, now. I'll pay it back when I get my money for dusting keyholes. Wontcha, huh? Please." The sound of his voice and the contor- tions he went thru were pitiful. Fat eyed him speculatively for a moment and then drawled: "Well, ah-let me see-I don't know. now. Are you sure you'll pay it back?" Joe was sure. Fat pulled out his bill-fold and gave him the evidently much-needed five- spot. The recipient trotted away, a very happy boy. I thanked Fat for the stamp and turned to go but someone dashed through the door and yelled, "Hey, Fat! Lemme use yer shav- ing cream. I got a hot mamma for tonight and I can't go with this crop of pin points on my face. Ted Fletcher used the last of mine. Come on now, will yuh?" Fat assumed a disgusted and disturbed look, but made another dive into the pile on the table. After a time he extricated himself and said, "Aw thunder! It ain't here. Why didn't I know that!" He walked to a shelf between two of the windows and took it from the top thereof and threw it at Hank who was lucky enough to catch it. He disappeared, leaving Fat with a menacing expression on his face. Hank had left the door open. so great was his haste: so Fat went to it and closed it with a bang that jarred the whole house. Evidently this borrowing was getting on his nerves. Then he exploded: he kicked everything that was loose and pounded his fists to- gether. After banging his fists for awhile, he started cussing. He cussed everyone he could think of and then started over again to be sure that he had left none out. His face became red, his ears waved back and forth, and his hair behaved indifferent to the rapid running of his hands through it, "Why the gosh-hang heck don't those guys have their own blinkety-blank junk anyway? You, too Ding-bust your hide! I'll show you!" He picked up the chair that he had just kicked and was aiming it for me when a timid knock was heard on the door. "Come in! For gash sakes!" he yelled. The door was quietly pushed open, re- vealing a timid, yet unafraid figure. This was the personage of Ronald Cottonsweatter. He started to speak. "Will you le-" He got no further. Fat's wrath was pitched to such a high key that he let the chair go full at the boy. The youngster keeled over but was not badly hurt. He arose with a bloody nose and a cut on his face. Fat immediately softened and apologized. Clarence spoke again. "Will you let me take you to the show, Fat?" Fat fainted, --CLAIRE CAHILL. 55 l

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