Lake Forest College - Forester Yearbook (Lake Forest, IL)

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I9 in izomsrrep tBy this time the ancient college father had expanded with genial good fellowship almost beyond the endurance of his tottering old anatomy and his frame creaked and groaned as the two old timers bounded up the stairs from floor to floor., Finally the two men reached the top suite. Pausing, they entered, seated them- selves on the window ledge and reminisced. To the eyes of the three cronies, of course old Adam was included, ghosts of aged escapades peered forth from every corner. lt's a mighty good old place, isn't it Queenie? Remember those class rushes-the Freshmen-Sophomore fights and the lVlay day rough houses? Yes, and the night when ghosts walked when the college wagon climbed to the porch roof. Lord, but those were the days. A crowd of noisy undergraduatespassing below,who saw the two cronies, on the window ledge, going over again, in fancy, the exploits of their careless Freshmen days, came trooping up to hear again the time worn tales which never failed to interest. When the Hello fellows had gone the rounds, the old Grads resumed. Theres one thing certain, you fellows aren't being brought up right. A Senior canlt be the real lthing unless he's gone through the proper Freshman training. Instantly an indignant cry of Don't we know that? arose from the attentive listeners. Oh, but Pinkief' the Queen took off his glasses to finish his chuckle, what they really missed was being a Freshman under Royal training. tAt this old Adam shook and rattled as though in danger of collapsing-he's al- most in need of support there days? Thats right-if you boys had been in under OUR tutelage you'd have been ac- complished in the finesse of court life-the proper obeisance to your soverign, daily practice in the Troubador method of poeltic rendition, etc, etc. The chorus: Tell us about it, we've often wondered about the nicknames, King and Queen. i'Oh it's not a long story,-short enough in its ending when our upper classmen brothers appeared at court. As lucky Freshmen, we had older brothers, came to col- lege early and had the old Hall to ourselves for awhile . He's the one that could tell you the stories if we wished-couldn't you old fellow? Solemnly the crooked blinds Happed acquiescence. Well, five of us formed a miniature monarchy, repilesented in court by the King and Queen, the Duke and Duchess and the heir apparent. It was easy to make the little greenies that came under the protection of college Hall that week, imagine us upper-class- men and members of some mysterious court which rightly demanded homage from them. After our everlasting brothers had cleared out of an evening, we held the court and in- structed the vassals in their duties for the following day. We'll have to admit, Queenie, that our classmates were there at obedience. It was great fun while it lasted. Old Adam could certainly tell some great old tales that have happened in his time. The chorus: One of the Profs. said this morning that old College Hall was to be torn down. fBang! Bang! Bang! Bang! went door after door., What! tear old Adam down. Have they no sense of historic value? No wonder he glares. Only Lake Forest wouldn't be a college with old College Hall gone. Come on Queenie. let's find out about this. With a rush and a yell, the gang streamed out the door leaving a general air of dejection and desertion. A twist, a groan, and old Adam resumed his old-time air of stately grandeur and majesty. He sighed a time or two. Such is life, the old gives way to the new. After the usefulness is outlined, who gives a thought for the good service done? And giving a mighty shrug of his massive frame as though casting aside all cares, 'the old philosopher settled down again assuming his usual pompous mien. 24

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ill 'Tl ' -THE I9ll PQIQEJTEQI --ggut..f,5Q.gsg5 oil-1 College Hall One fine June morning, old College Hall winked its topmost eye and smiled be- nignantly upon the whole campus in fond recollection. It was the day of the 'O8's reunion and the very air seemed to vibrate with their presence. Alone and unnoticed a Hood of memories raced through the old landmarks thoughts. If speech could be, what the old boy might tell. Oh, those were gay times in the good old days when the King and Queen held court. Sometimes it gets pretty lonesome nowadays. With a creak and a shake, a ponderous sigh trembled through the patriarch's huge frame: a rueful glance fell down on the deserted porch, while the southeast corner looked enviously over at Blackstone and Harlan Halls. A tear rolled slowly down the broken water spout. What's the use of being the original College building-old Adam they used to call me-if I'm to be deserted, first by the students, then by the faculty and finally by the whole college? The fellows don't live here now-sure they can't have as good times in those new buildings as Old College Hall used to show them. How they did abuse me-God bless em-fellows donit dare cut up over there or have a real rough house. Of course, the old Hall at- tempted a cheerful countenance, the book-store's still with meg if it weren't, I never would hear any of the gossip. But what's the use of being grumpy. I'd better be thankful l'm here. When they talk about making rectangles and circles, whichever it is around the central campus and wanting ME out of the way, the water in my steam pipe boils, and I fell like bursting with rage. Well say old chap, broke in a new voice, I saw or rather felt your glare down past the Gym. What's the troublefin In a trice the atmosphere changed and to the best of his ability, the oldest mem- ber of Lake Forest College, extended his welcome to Pinkie of '08. The gleam of a twinkle managed to peep from behind the crooked blinds. Welcome back! Where,s your Queen? The Captain isn't very diligent in his ministrations-perhaps your suite isint dusted, but sure it would be like old times to have you back again. Look who's coming! That's one thing I can lose, my preogative of seeing all over the campus. The latter half to himself while the onetime King went out to meet his Queen. Hello Queenie, old scout. C-ee! but l'm glad to get back on the college steps. The West is all righit, but along in June, give me old L. F. C. Hello, new steps, let's look over the old building. 23

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