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

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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

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