Oberlin College - Hi-O-Hi Yearbook (Oberlin, OH)

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Danny Q Co.-Brokers A Down the streets in the dusk of a spring twilight sliutiied ., a solitary little figure, picturesque in its rags, yet wholly pathetic in the dejection now expressed in every movement. Frequently - the brown eyes would rest appealmgly.on the. face of some one of the hurrying throng and a weary little voice would cry out, Evening News, Press, a-Woyld,-Piper, Mister? Even before A he could finish, the object of his solicitations would have hurried t, on without so much asia passing glance, and the little figure .I y' would lapse again into silence, shift the bundle of papers-almost f , as big as himself-from one side to the other, and shuffle on tl ix toward the Square. - ,, ' Several times it happened so. Then the child sank down on D X the curb, resting his head against a post as if the cares of life ' were too much for his tired little brain. It was here that Danny found him. Hello, Baby,--what's dc matter? Snowed under ? X V .Sw M-mg guess so, responded the small one. Danny exam- ,fl it ined the bundle of papers and shook his head. ' ' ' No luck tonight, eh? Well, le's see if we can't fix up a scheme-jes' wait a minute! And ever on the alert for business, Dan dashed off in response to a whistle from the back of a pass- ing ear. Presently back he rushed, breathless but triumphant, his last paper sold, so he was free, and ready to devote his time exclusively to the Baby's needs. He found the youngster, however, deep in conversation with one of the older boys whom Danny had little use for, so, marching up with small ceremony, he called out, Hi, you, do de vanishin' act pretty lively, will ye? You needn't t'ink you're de main gazabo around dis orphant asylum, and he put his arm around the shoulders of the Baby, who leaned against him trustingly. The other fellow objected. Ah, g'wan, he said, I was on'y tellin' de kid- Never mind,'l broke in Danny. Me and dis kid understands each other poifec'ly, and we ain't askin' you to mix. UA' right, you'se go ahead. Fly your own kite, an' youse needn't send no speshul fer me if de string breaks, niederf' Nope,-but if we gits stuck on top uv de sky-scraper over dere, come up after us in de freight elevator, den you kin be stuck up, too. And with this parting sally Dan returned to his plotting with de kid. Long and earnestly they talked, then dividing the remaining papers, they sepa- rated. Dan scurried away, yelling at the top of his lusty lungs, and the Baby-well, he wasn't such a baby after all, and these little nobody's children learn early to adapt themselves to circumstances. First he pinched himself hard to hurt his feelings so that he could cry. But results seemed unsatisfactory, and accordingly he bumped his little head against the post until the tears CZIIHC. Once started, how he did weep! People began to notice him as they passed, and finally one girl stopped to listen to his tearful story. PU Poor little fellow, she said at last. how many papers have you left. absorbed in his task, an' me mudder tonight, 'cause she needs de money. and if you can't sell them again, throw . Ten, wailed the Baby, now thoroughly said she'd beat me fer every one I brung home Well, here's a dime, You keep the papers, them away. And the girl hurried on, happy in the thought of having saved that frail body from at least ten blows. U After she had gone, the cluld could not suppress a smile, rather watery, to be 9

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sure, but a smile, nevertheless. Then stowing the precious dime away in the depths of the one pocket that had no hole in it, he resumed his task. A business man hurried out of a store near by, his change still in his hand, and as he passed the small bundle of deceit weeping on the sidewalk, he tossed out a dime, with the inward comment, Fake, probably, but he's such a little shaver, and maybe he is in trouble, after all. .A grimy little hand closed over the coin, and the jingle, as it joined its companion in the pocket, convinced the Baby that he was ready to go out of business. But Danny was not in sight, so he waited a moment, then decided to try once again. This time more effort was needed, for it was growing late, and everyone rushed by, too busy to notice the sobs that were gradually growing less. At last, however, footsteps wavered near him, and thus encouraged, Baby managed to squeeze out two great tears which had the desired effect. A tall young fellow stooped over him and said, as he slipped a shiny new quarter into his hand: Brace up,0old man, it can't last always. The, Baby drew in a long breath, and with a hasty, T'ank ye, sir, to the man, he turned, to find Danny taking in the situation with a comprehensive grin. Looked like Jim Corbett, kid, what'd he give you? As he surveyed the quarter he added, Two bits! Hully Gee, he's a real gent, dat guy. Didn't tink you'd hit 'em so hard, young un', but den, dey don't git toitevery day in de week, an' it does 'em good to loosen up proper when dey does git at it. With this the two dimes were forthcoming, and the kid felt like a millionaire, when Danny slapped him on the shoulder and said: Well, you are a winner, sure. You won't have to git around in de morning till your bank opens, den you kin tell 'em you wants one large share, with no water in it. Now, here's nine pennies. I sold all dem last editions fer you, and now what's doin'? Le's eat, remarked the infant. Dat's me! Dere's de 'Night Owl' on de corner. We can put dat out o' business. And hailing a third of his kind, Danny shouted: Hi, Muggsyg jist got back from headquarters. 'Nother railroad wreck-exter out in ten minutes. You git twenty fer me and ten fer de Baby, an' we'll see you 'fore long. Jim. Corbett's jes' set de kid up in business, an' we're goin' down to git a Waldorf samwich, an' some coffee wid real cream in it. ' MABEL M. FARRELL. F SONG OF THE PROCTOR. Here I come creeping, creeping every- where:- In upon the spread While asleep in bed All the girls should be. CCollege Rule-book see.D I come creeping, creeping everywhere. Here I come creeping, creeping every- where. Hearing naught of praise, Gusts of wrath I raise. Thankless work it is, Yet I know my biz. So I come creeping, creeping every- where. 10