Indiana University - Arbutus Yearbook (Bloomington, IN)

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TI Eir r E .A.lEd.:B XJ ' ZJ S him. A few cast such cases are li work is usually some men mereh ecu known where men fell m Love wi • marriaL;es — very rare. The Love, tl inie men achie e Love, nthers sur -ive Love D. C. Well Browned SI 1 L laughed, a high-keyed, wa ering laugh that would have drawn every eye and ear in the car on her — if they had not been there already. And you won ' t ever forget it — or me? she whispered back to him over her shoulder; and every one in the car heard that, too. The man ' s eyes fol- lowed her down the aisle. At the door she turned with a flash of smile, waved, and Avas gone. Hello, Ethel Girl, came a cheery, welcoming call from the black half- circle of figures below her on the platform. One hand came up to seize the suitcase at her side, the other to clasp her extended one. ' ith the same smile she greeted him, Hello, Charlie. Then followed the same laugh. He drew her out of the crowd and to the side of the ]: latform. And don ' t I get anything better than this after all these mimths of wait- ing — for this ? ' The man inside heard the tender question. He saw the man draw the girl to him; he heard his broken, passionate interjections, soft as they were; the expected Don ' t Charlie dear, you ' re so rough! the same laugh, a little nervous now. The} ' were directly under his window. He couldn ' t have helped it. There was a smile of a different kind on his lips. The usual thing. Just another one — one of the thousands. And he doesn ' t know. He hasn ' t wakened — yet, poor devil! he whispered to him- self. That was all he said. His eyes followed the couple, the protecting bulk of the man, cur -ed over the trusting, nestling figure of the girl — as they jammed through the crowd, across the gleaming rails, and were lost in the black nf the depot entrance. Poor devil! he repeated softly. it i ijvin:a. x:jrsri E i3. s iT «-

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TKEr I O X 3 -A.ia.BXJ ZJNS liis shirt husnm and ouiitrixcs i yet lii- l ct -in thi rnU!j;lily taiii kd that it wiiuld require a traffic pnliceinan t . i;it order •iit uf the diaos. Love can put innre deterniinatioii into a sluiji isli system tliaii a w liolc drayload of smukeiips. infuse more anil)ition into six feet of jelly than enoui li i ' iii l ' «eta Kajipa keys to cover Science Hall and put more lij ht into a fellow wiiii a yarn hackhone than sufficient k ' H ' M ' ' ' ' ' , molasses and sulphur to llo. d the Monon jiond. It made Sanii)son lij, ' ht the whole I ' hilistine army with Mauds lower niaxilliary and sent Cieneral (irant throuj, ' h a swollen river attired in his best hroaddotii. It made Pocahontas offer herself as a martyr and sent Rosalind roaminj, ' ahout the I ' orest of Arden in a masipierade cos- tume. !.o e knows no harriers an l respects no foes. Dan (■ui)i l lauj iis ai the . lps, the (. hincse all. the Student Affairs (.onimittee. the ei}.;ineen-inch rule and at dyspeptic and hostile parents. It has been known to move imniov- al)lc bodies and to concjuer irresistible forces. It is as imijossible to conceal Love as it is to cover up a wart on the nose. It requires no constabulary to detect a love-sick victim. When a yount; man l)ej,Mns to haunt the library, to wliistle while he hunts for a lou lost collar button, tu select cra ats with the care of a I ' iiie An major, and to cliani;e collars more than twice a week, there ' s a dart lod-eil in lii xentricK- some- where. Money makes the world j ' o round but Love makes it j o round and ' round. The diurnal sphere could no more continue to revolve than some pro fcssors could lecture without notes. K ' emove Love from the world and florists would become be}, ' ' ar-. jeweler wonld ;.;o to work, conlcctiomr- would die of starvation and minisu-rs would lurTi liyixicrits. Novels would read like collet e . l}, ' ebra, picture shows would siem like a parlor stereoscope, the tlrama would be as dry as a temperance lecture, college life wouhl be four years in a cemetery and the board walk wnnld lie aliout as po|)ular as a mud road in March. Love drives its iciims as l)lind as an asti;4niatic bat. Hein;; in Love is one }, ' rand hallucination. It is a ballliuj; mira!.;e: about as lastiu), ' as rouj ' e. The lover decei es himself in thinking himself happy when he is about as well contented as a l resliman in a I ' hysics examination. He spends a season in madly pursuinj; a perfect dream of a doll, only to wonder after he has { ot ten her whoever was so cruel as to have sh.ived this bothersome ]icst upon iivi ia:p«a. xjp iiPEria. s iT v '

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TMEr XOT3 J T 13iTJ rXJyS riicy ciiKTiiitl ir iin ilic depot. Kifurc iluin mii- a (l .cn f lcaniin , ilaii.L;iii,i;. i)kl»can trc«.-i l■ar . amnii-; iIkiii the- snlmrlian iu ' to lur lioinc. ' Lall a taxi! (ilihly. she i|U(itcd it, and laiij licd. W Iiy 111 cniirsc. if — if ymi say so. lie i|uictly at;rci l. Ik- leaned hack on the stiff, hini|)y cusliious and tried to feel contfoitahle. l ' o-. ildy to drown the hixiirious hum of the motor, and tlie imaijinary chck of the meter measurini; out the miles — and tiie ilollars. he hej;an : ■. ure yi u haven ' t fallen for the inevitahle and irresistahle Stetson, red liandana. wooly chaps, and the Coylt.iy ' s Lament? ' She laughed in nej ation. lie i)eercd steadily out of tiie little window, at llu- imrollini; jianorama of brilliant, jiarish city streets. ■■( )r to some old codj er of a stockman, the kind lliat linL;s his lie.irt and ranch at every school teacher? His voice was so low she had to lean forward to hear. Well, how on earth did you learn — . she liei an ; tiien. reali ini; slie had ■;iven herself away — Of course I was jjoint; to tell yoii. It ' too funny, too killin;, ' to keej). Oh, the simple old idiot ! I ' razy old ( rip. ' She lau},died— the same lauj h. ISeltcr hc ' in at the lirst. urs.;e l I h.nlie niieily. Hi- f.icc wa-- covered by the shadow of the corner. eNcei t now and tiieii when the yleam from a corner arc or the whiter dare from a passim; machine shifted across and limed it out in the darkness. .She continued to lean forward directly l efore the j lass of the door — Just to let folks know I have returned. she explained. Well, it be an just as soon as I jjot down to that miserable old hole. Vou remember how home-sick I was, especially after all the fun I had planned when I i;ot away from home — and — a — . — . nd from me. He (Hiiclly finished it for her. Ves. and from you. She laui hed .li .iin : perh.ips -he .lidn ' i know what else to do. Well, he was the mdy man in -i.L;lit if y n conid i;ill lifly ye.•lr of h.iy- seed. with bow legs that weren ' t even mates— a man. (1, thai iu that h •ne nii ncT the sch.iol an.l that I Ihei i . to inii np I le met me at the train, ere twenty-two pupiN. lavlor ' s. ( )f c.purse 1 IIN I IA CA ' CJl aT P»I2. S ITY