Gettysburg College - Spectrum Yearbook (Gettysburg, PA)

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loping hollyhock» an i mildew. Over the door was an antique applr l ase relief, careless- ly executed, hut showing evidences of a powerful technique. The window was of glass ami stained It was covered with a sign in huge, sprawling letters which read. “To Hell With Bucknell.” “What an extraordinary sentiment,” exclaimed Horace. What vulgar |iroplc must have previously occupied this room. 1 must not. I cannot, rest until that thing is re- moved. He attempted to remove the paint by rolling with the venerable towel he had found. but without avail. Looking oul of the window he saw a group of students coming up the Centre Walk. They were singing, in voices strengthened by yelling Fares. Ilcasc, all sum- wiiite itorsc incr. h»e Keg of Beer for the Four of L s. Horace did not care for that so much, for it seemed rather a sellish sentiment, but their next selection, Drop a Nickel on the Drum and You'll l»c Saved,” appealed to him. and aroused hint to a high pitch of re- ligious fervor. His meditations were interrupted by cries of Water, Wafer.” and he saw the scrcnadcrs scatter | cllmcll as the liags of water Iwgan flying front the windows of Y. M, C. A. Hall and spattering on the Forum hclow. Perhaps there is a tire.” said Horace who was accustomed to act quickly, ami rushed into the hall. He was met by several of the bucket brigade who asked him if he had any hags. No,” said Horace quite civilly. But if 1 can be of any assistance otherwise I am ready and willing.” Guess it's too late. They have all gone now. said a lxr-spcctacled youth whom his friends called Gloomy Gus. This your room?” Yes. sir. Won’t you come in? What’s the idea of all this larktic s.’’ asked one of the group. Pkoctoil We Want Light,” lie shouted at the top of a quite eflicient voice. 15

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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

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PENNSYLVANIA IIALI. “They seem to have forgone» to put any gloU in my sockets, ventured Horace modestly. “Could any of you tell me where I could get some?” “Sure, over in tilatfeltcr Hall. Let’s go get some from Phrena Hall.” answered Pcgg the boy with the large voice, who was never accused of being square. Dragging the somewhat mystified freshman with them, they started headlong down the stairs. Everyone of the party, excepting I Inrace was wearing heavy army shoes, and each tried to outdo the other in the amount of noise he made on the stairs. To add to this din. several leather-lunged enthusiasts began shouting. Dux-tor (irauville drink whisky. and “Doctor Sanders shoot crap.” “What a dangerous example these prof.-ssors set,” said Horace to himself. They had reached the Campus by this time ami walked slowly toward filatfelter Hall, standing dark and silently mysterious in the moonlight. The clock in the tower struck eleven a they stood before the entrance. “We’ll boost the freshman through a window in the Math Room and he can ojieti a door for us,” said flu , who was the leader of the |»nrty. Before Horace had time to form a refusal they lifted him up bodily. He opened a window and was given a gcncriHis l x»st into the room. He picked himself up. di rtit;mgled himself from a chair, and crept along the wall until he came to the door. imping along the dark corridor he found the door, o| eoed it, and the other conspirators entered cautiously. hollowing them, he tiptoed up the creaking stairs. “We won’t steal die glolies will we,” he inquired in a voice that sounded like a shout in the «larkness 16