Shippensburg University - Cumberland Yearbook (Shippensburg, PA)

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ministerials were down the railroad for a walk after supper. They stumbled over a sick hobo down there. and as they were afraid he'd freeze to death if they left him, they brought him up here, put him into that vacant dormy next yours, and sent for a doctor. Old Doc. Flasher has been out and now he's over talking with old Pally about the case. What the deuce did Curt bring the bum in for? I don't want a sick hobo near my dormy. What's ailing him anyhow, exclaimed the now angry Sparrow. ' Barker lowered his voice and replied. Why Doc. Flasher told the fellows to stay away from the room and keep mum about it, for the hobo had a bad case of smallpox. h ' Sparrow said some things that are unprintable when he heard this, but Barker only replied, Well you won't make it any better by swearing about it. Come up here, the fellows are going to hold an indignation meeting. Sparrow started toward the main entrance. Barker sprang away from the window, ran out of his room to Jacksons exclaiming, Say, fellows, I worked it on Sparrow, that there's a sick- We heard what you told him. We're with you, replied one of the party. Then youngsters, scatter, nab all the fellows you can, put them on to it, and one of you keep Sparrow entertained on third while I get the sick bum ready in that vacant dormy. The boys did as desired, while Barker dashed into one of the dorm- itories where his chum, Watson, lay fast asleep. Without delay he grab- bed the sleeper in his arms, giving him a shake. Watson opened his eyes in amazement. Say, Watsy, dearest, you've got to play sick hobo for Sparrow's entertainment in the dormy next his. You 've got'smallpox--got it bad. You're ravin' in delirium, callin' for whiskey you know? It tookrather more than a minute to explain matters to the satisfaction of Watson and then he entered the vacant dormitory, threw himself upon the cot and began to groan and talk incoherently. Capital, exclaimed his churn, give us a good blast when you hear Sparrow in the hall. One of the boys had met Sparrow on the third floor and engaged him in conversation. A number had been aroused and let into the secret, and all were venting their well simulated indignation upon Palgrave, the reg- istrar, and upon Curtis and Howard for bringing the tramp into the building. Sparrow accompanied by seven or eight others now came up to the fourth floor,-and sure enough from the dormitory next Sparrow's there came moans and incoherent mutterings. . , ,- . . , ..., . - 'f We 'sz 1 ' 5 45295, . . ,, . , t-iiv 'i-rl. . W-. i - fu. + 'K' Ji

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IA Smallpox Scare. - I- fig -. is YD C V' T was Saturday night. Feb. 4, 1899. The majority uf lg of the students of Thornhill college had turned in for the night and were fast asleep, for Saturday Ei ' jlfjv was almost ready to merge into Sunday. A few ' 332' -H 151023 li hts still burned here and there throu h tl ' g. . , . g te I building, showing that the night hawks and the I ' -92 X'-' grinds were yet awake. The College Glee Club i had just come in on the train from a town some miles away where they had given a concert. A half dozen or more of the musicians had dropped into Jackson's room for a few mihutes chat before going to their own rooms. . Suddenly there came to their ears, the words: Her name is Sally I And she lives in our alley. sung in a high-pitched voice, that was anything but melodious. The singer was evidently some belated minstrel who was now climbing the hill upon which Thornhill College stands. Who tl1e dickens is that? exclaimed Martin. You greeny, its easy to tell you're a 'Fresh'. No fellow who's been here long enough to be seasoned will ever mistake Taffy Sparrow's warb- lings. By this time the individual in question was 11earing the doors of the college. A window on the fourth floor was opened and the head of Barker, a junior, appeared. Say, Sparrow, can't you come in here like a white man. What,s started the wheels in your gramapl1one? retorted Sparrow. Well, I thought you might exercise a little decency for once, seeing tl1at tl1ere's a sick man up here. I Say d'you take me for a Freshman ? No, really there's a sick fellow up here. Wl1oisit? ' Do11't know. All I know is that, Curtis, Howard, and some other .1 ' ff. V 'fn' 4 irllfr,

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Go in Sparrow and see the poor fellow. You're a medical. Maybe you can help him, said Jackson. Sparrow declined emphatically. Fellows, come to my room and we'll hold a meeting to decide what course to adopt, said Jackson. About fifteen boys were soon in the room. Barker was elected chair- man. Speeches were made denouncing the college authorities, especially Palgrave, for permitting a case of smallpox to be brought into the build- ing. One of the boys suggested that a committee be appointed to wait upon Palgrave at once and ascertain how he proposed protecting the stu- dents. This could be done at once as Dr. Flasher was still at Palgrave's house at the edge of the campus, consulting with the registrar. jackson and Herman were designated a committee to perform this duty. They went innnediately and in the course of ten minutes returned to report that tl1e registrar had insulted them, had told them to mind their own business, had suggested that he could run the institution without help or advice from them. When this report was submitted Sparrow's wrath was aroused, he sprang up and said: I say fellows, I don't propose to have a registrar or anybody else walk over me. Here's old Palgrave allowed a measly old, hobo to be brought into the college. The bun1's got smallpox and the lives of all the fellows are endangered. When we send a committee to consult Pally, he gets hot and insults us. I for one favor taking such ac- tion as will show old Pally and the faculty of this institution that they can't run us like a kintergarden. Shouts of approval greeted this speech, and Barker gravely said, The best way to manifest our disapproval, is for us all to leave this old place at the earliest opportunity. I intend to begin packing my trunks at once and I shall leave on the iirst morning train, even if it is Sunday. This statement met a ready assent from a number of others, who hur- ried to their rooms and made show of packing trunks. Sparrow turned toward his own room, but as he reached the door there came the sound of the sick tran1p's voice calling piteously for whiskey. With a shudder the junior turned from his room and Walked down to Barker's room. Say, Barker, it's fifteen miles out to my home, and the roads are in awful shape, but ifl could find a darkey to drive the team back, I'll be hanged if I wouldn't hire one at the livery and drive out to my home yet before morning. I'd show the old shooting match here what I think of its policy in organizing a tramp hospital. Barker sprang up, First rate, old fellow. You've got the true spirit