Gettysburg College - Spectrum Yearbook (Gettysburg, PA)

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 HKUISTRY I.AllORATOKY “Is that so? 1 know the postmaster there. What hi on rue--------------------' “You mean Joe Hicks. “Of course. 1 met him in I lii1a lcl|»fiin. I believe. “Yes. he wait to an Alfalfa convention there this Spring. By this time they had reached Horace’s room, and C. I)., on Ireing invited to make himself at home, remarked that it was hare of furnishings.

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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.

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Mr KMC. HT HALL No furniture yet, he asked with a tra c of carefully suppressed eagerness creep- ing into his voice. Receiving a negative answer he said. “I can let you have a good, first class bed for almost nothing. Conte over here with me and 111 show you. lie led Horace outside the Dorm again and past the Chemistry Laboratory. If you want to get in there some time when you have no keys, he informed Horace. Just crawl in through one of the holes in the roof.” In response to an inquiry front the curious Hor- ace. he identified McKnight Hall as Monte Carlo and Cottage Hall as The Boiler Factory. They went out Washington Street |»ast Nixon Field until they came to a building which C. D. said was the Trash House. I haven’t got my keys with me, said C. D. by way of explanation, ami they en- tered by means of a window. “Now there you have a real Iwrgaitt, said C. D.. exhibiting a large iron lied. A truly wonderful cradle for your dreams, complete with mattress for only eight fifty. Speaking confidentially, this lied belonged at one time to hoik other than the inventor of the famous “Slip easy rubber heels. the greatest invention known in this age of mechani- cal wonders. To hind the bargain. 1 will help you carry it home. It was very late, and even the fivc-hnndrrd players had gone to tied, when the in- spiring Horace and his enthusiastic friend had completed their job. I Hir hero said good- night. turned out the light, and threw himself upon his wonderful jnirchase In a few moments he slept the sleep of utter exhaustion. It