Gettysburg College - Spectrum Yearbook (Gettysburg, PA)

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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

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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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“Shut up, you simp. van the answer hissed at him. What do you think we're going to do? Meet the governor, or something? Without further remonstrance from Horace they continued their progress until they were in the room occupied by Itircna literary society. The bandits stood on chairs ami unscrewed all of the gioljcs in the sockets. Horace stood horror-stricken, his knees quaking with fear of the consequences. W hen all of the globes had been ex appropriated, the party stole down the narrow, winding, tower stairs and outside. Going across the campus. Gus asked Horace, How many glolies did you get ?“ “None, replied the victim. “Well. I'll sell you one for two bits. “ All right. agreed Horace, and jiaid him from tin change |»ockct of his new purse. Safe inside ld Dorm, our hero stopp.d under a convenient light to count his money and the others went to their rooms. I Ic had just tucked away his crumbled roll of grcenlKicks and was securing it with the safety pin. when a pleasant looking chap walked up to hint with hand outstretched. “You are Mr. Spoof, are you not. My name's Miller—C I). Miller. I'm awfully glad to meet you. Horace, highly flattered that some one knew hi name so soon, «hook hand , and upon being asked where he hailed from, ad nitted that ppcndicitis was the place of his birth.