Reed College - Griffin Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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Page Ninety-two Better Wear a Hat Our hero was disgruntled and sick of the place. It is not per- tinent to our story to inquire the cause. SuH'ice it that on a cloudy Saturday evening he set forth at nearly midnight to air his soul in new scenes and to churn around with himself for a day or so. He bothered not for Sunday raiment, but in cords and old coat, hatless, he sauntered off. An hour later found him in the dim deserted streets of Irvington. He strolled down Broadway, only an occasional whizzing machine relieving the solemn sputter of the arc lights. But somewhere along there a car drew up beside the Curb. Two men jumped out and accosted him. llWhat are you doing herePll asked one. Wheres you hat? said the other. llWho are you?,, our hero bravely responded. Whereupon both displayed the badge of the law. The heart of our hero did a Hip-Hop. He immediately decided that honesty was not. only a policy, but a necessity. He was out walking. He was from Reed College. His name was so-and-so, and he was so many years old, and lived in suCh-and-such a place. And he wasn,t wearing a hat because he didnlt like hats. As for des- tination, it wasn,t Reed Collegeeyet. Well, canit a man walk if he wants to? Are hats necessarily indicative of morality? Evidently his line was futile, for he was ordered into the car and taken to the scene of a recent robbery. He did look susa p1c1ous, he admitted, particularly as his allowance Check had been cashed that day and in his hurry to leave he had forgotten to cache it away. So he perforce acquiesced to the will of the law. But the recently robbed failed to identify him. Then ensued another quizz. Our hero was beginning to enjoy the situation. Thls humor did not entertain the cops. So he was trundled along to the station. Here he was beset by a battalion of station people, some in gold brald, some in blue, and some in civvies. Where was his hat? l , was 0mg? What .9 an sti15 he get that mOIlCl that 1 Meg idher61126 t r i , , C a M069 All the be: he c0 ' rwa' he Ofabcd' .Ahy.1 'Xthi .:prlCC an' ht mjal: in along i to decldfi liarslelt the r00nlhen his fret '. 1n iy an imposmg gentlllentilgss ivivparticularly when 21f f01 ., in the station sa 6 ,ihoney nacccpted the hrst and e murmured. h before another day our handback. Without a ha