Gettysburg College - Spectrum Yearbook (Gettysburg, PA)

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COI.I.EKE CATES derthiitgs and heavy blankets? For proper ventilation, the window in Pennsylvania Hall arc so constructed that plenty of good fre h air is admitted when the steam is turned off, and (lien, in the winter time when the snow is on the ground and the snowball arc in the air, one's windows arc pretty apt to l»c broken, don’t you know Blushing, for he was a modest soul, Horace assured her that he was well provided with the warmer sort of woolly jiajamas. storm-proof internal overalls, and a store of blankets. At this point the charming tete-a-tete was interrupted by the Doctor himself, whose deep-throated laugh Horace had heard at intervals from the next room. “Doctor Granville—Mr Spoof of Appendicitis, Pennsylvania,” said Mrs. Granville in her best manner. Charmed. I’m sure,” said Horace, ne er more at his ease, as he shook hand with the genial mathematician. Well. Mr. Sjioof, what do you intend to take up? Horace spoke feelingly of his aspirations and of his philosophy of a life of service at some length. And when I do,” he said dramatically, Appendicitis will lie on the map.” Quite so. juite so. of course they will be very prom! of you. I think that now you ought to get settled in your room. Old Dorm is the largo white building to your left as you leave. The janitor will let you in. Tomorrow wc shall «ce about registration.” With these words the President arose as a sign that the interview was at an end. Thanking the Granvilles for their kind less and promising to return later. Horace took his departure Across the campus. Iirhind a lacy screen of trees just shedding IS

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rated a quantity of «lark fluid at the very feet of our hero. Horace drew hack and struck an attitude so forcibly that he lost both his poise and his suitcase. Said the expectorator to our expectant Horace, “Have you seen Doctor Granville this balmy eve? “No.” replied Horace in his beautifully modulated tones, “not as yet. but I hope to soon. “Ah so «lo we all. sai«l “Freddie pensively, “but pcrha| not in the same place. However, if you see him, will you Ik kind enough to tell him that, unless he grants the request of the Purity League for a longer clia| el period, we shall jiosttivcly refuse to use the swimming pool. “1 shall be delighted,” replied Horace quickly. “Would you direct me. please, to Pennsylvania Hall, where 1 have engaged rooms? “You a«lmit l»eiiig a freshman? asked “Freddie, shifting his quid with great skill. “Yes, this year. 1 think,” replied our hero in s« mc confusion. “1 am very glad. answered “Freddie gravely, “that you have thus early acquired the habit of thinking. Do you know that some of our freshmen never begin to think before the second or third year. It is most annoying. I should lie glad to direct you to Old Dorm, which i known as Pennsylvania Hall only in the catalogue, but I think that Doctor Granville would feel slighted if you did not first call on him. You have read the College Catalogue, of course?” “I am afrabl that 1 haven't quite finished it----- “Do so,” said the driver of the machine, breaking into the conversation. “You will find in it. my young friend,” he continued impressively, “much useful information concerning the red shale Iselt and the salubrious climate of the neigh I tor hood. There arc found therein, directions as to the proper method of making a bequest, how to borrow money from the College Treasurer, and how to get through college on three hundred and twenty-six dollars and sixty-five cents a y ar. You will find our President in the Whte House, just beyond the Chapel,” “Freddie” informed Horace. Then the driver of the machine experimented with various levers, and the car lunged forward coughing fire. His heart overflowing with gratitude for the excellent advice so freely given him. Horace walked up the cement walk toward a picturesque, vine-clad building which he recognized as Brua Chapel. Beyond he saw the White House, ami toward its windows aglow with welcome, he turned his steps. He rang the liell and was first greeted by the welcoming bark of “Davie. the «»fii- cial dog, an animal with long white hair and a plclieian taste for chasing cats. Sum- moned by Davie's barking, a pleasant faced lady came to the door, smiled a welcome, and said. Come right in. 1 am Mrs. Granville. The Doctor will see you in just a mo- ment. He is so busy this evening. You are------------? “Horace Ellsworth Spoof, at your service, Madame, of Appendicitis. Pennsylvania. I am desirous of entering this institution of learning as a freshman. “Now isn’t that sweet. pnrre«l I-i Gnuide Dame, as they sat down. What course are you taking? “Why 1 thought of taking several course . Father, who goes in for pajier lunging and that sort of thing, wants me to follow in his step and take up art. Mother thinks that I am best suited for the ministry and ministerial aid. My own tastes incline toward en- gineering. To me Nature seems, in her wilder form , to lie ever calling for a conqueror. At every mud hole our ancestral Ford groans for a road; every tumbling stream ought to be dammed. All that can l c arranged, of course. replied Mrs. Granville sympathetically. Perhaps you can take Engineering, go to the movies and Co-Eds for art, ami still get ministerial aid. Such things have been «lone. However, the first thing is to get com- fortably settled here among my big family of boys. Did you bring plenty of warm un- it

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BUI A CHAPEL their summer foliage, he saw Old !X»rm, its marble facade gleaming like frost m the moonlight. In its lighted windows he saw shadowed shapes of students, renewing, per- haps. old friendship and exchanging edited accounts of their summer adventures, or selling wabbly furniture to callow freshman. What a noble pile,” exclaimed Horace. “What dignity, what beauty! Mow al» o- Intely A-l is my future abode.” Soon Horace was to learn that Old Dorm’s stately en- trance. The Forum, is frequently wet by untold gallons of water thrown by “Rumjms Kudisill and his crew, hut at this time Horace’s enthusiasm was not «latnpened ( limbing the liattcred iron stairs. Horace | ushed open the swinging d«x rs with a sob of homesickness, for they reminded him so much of those in the family entrance at Murphy’s at home, and of the (mil of foaming near I licer with which his parrnt was accustomed to refresh himself on Saturday night. With conflicting emotions he found himself on the second floor of Obi Dorm. There was about the hall that atmosphere so jH.vuli.ir to college dormitories in general and )Id Dorm tn jiarticular. a musty odor com- I «m tided of antiquity and discarded fruit. The walls were scarred, the woodwork bat- tered. the stairs littered and worn: windows were cobwelthed and broken here and there. Horace found his room on the third floor from the numl er on the door and Joe the janitor let him in with his master key. Horace had written for a room with a southern exposure so they had assigned him one that faced the bathroom hi the floor inside lie found some mementos of former occujiants a long-suffering sock and a much-abused towel. As there was no furniture Horace had jilenty of room, so he set down his suit- case. and looked about. The room was somewhat | apcrcd with a com|H $ite design of gal- •N’ote—By request of the faculty 14