Loyola University Maryland - Evergreen / Green and Gray Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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REV. JOHN C. GEALE, S. J., Prefect of Studies and Discipline.

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8 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Soon the trolley deposited Fatty at “ The Plimmon.” But now that he was there he somewhat lost his nerve, and walked past the entrance several times before he went in. At first the clerk at the desk thought that our hero was a race-track sport, who had wandered into the wrong place. For you must remember that Fatty was still dressed in that harmonious discord of colors. But Fatty marched bravely over and asked for Miss ¥t ynan. Evidently Miss Wynan was a personage of some importance, for the clerk immediately became very friendly and called up Miss Wynan’s room. After several minutes’ delay the ’phone was answered and the bell- boy was told to show the gentleman to suite 4. At last the great m oment was here; he was to meet his soul-mate face to face. With much trepidation Fatty tapped gently upon the door, and was rewarded by a very weak little call to “ come in.” He opened the door and entered. A very prim old lady sat in a large arm-chair, crocheting. Fatty introduced himself whth great dignity, and then asked for Miss Wynan. Of course, thought Fatty, this must be a chaperon or an elderly relation. But strange to say, the old lady, instead of making any motion to call anyone, simply inclined her head and smiling said “ I am Miss Wynan.” “ But,” replied Fatty, ‘‘ I mean Miss Florrie,” I am the one you wish to see; there is only one Miss Wynan, Miss Florrie VVyuan, that is my name.” Now if a fly had come over and looked real hard at Fatty, he would surely have collapsed. The rest was a night-mare. Fatty handed the card-case to the old lady, took another look and fled. Somewhere out in that dark and lonesome night there was a dainty little blonde, with blue eyes and dimpled cheeks and rose-bud mouth, but her name was not Miss Florrie Wynan. James S. Murphy, ’09.

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