St Johns College - Yearbook (Annapolis, MD)

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cent maiden, interspersed, however, with an occasional convalescing. Then followed the climax 5 no words can plunk or low note. That was the first round. Then describe it, but it is enough to say that it proclaimed to an intermission. Then followed the other rounds, each the college world at large that victory had perched upon one clearly distinguishable from the other. Then fol- the banner of Ninety-two, and that Ninety-two knew it. lowed a low, mournful, funeral dirge. That was Flipps GMt'::X'r.lS,, We :5.'?' in H3 ak me F 8-M nouni JILAL I . I 79Q'a.rc. Jfauidy' 163

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except in the matter of re- covery, b u t the one on the nose was cal- culated in its e f f e c t s to make Malvi- na, the Par- son's W a sh- woman, b e - lieve the rev- erend gentle- man had been indulging in a bull - fight. Flipps did get one or two in on Ike, but t h e y w e r e spent b l o w s and didn't do m u ch dam- age. Time being called, I surveyed my principal, and then silently led him out into the arena, where the other side could see him. The fight was plainly at an end. Both Flipps' eyes were fast closing, his nose was twice its nor- mal size and made him look as though he had been I silently led my principal out into the arena. 162 habitually intemperate all his life. His lower lip was cut, and his ears were ringing, so that he couldn't hear my instructions for the next round. Ike made the amanda honorable by apologizing. Flipps asked me whether he should accept it. I said I couldn't see anything else to do, and he said he couldn't see anything else either. I-le was game enough, but a very poor fighter. Had I had a week with him I think we could have won the iight, as How to Box is a splendid primer 011 the art of self-defense, and the only trouble with it is that it takes it for granted that the other man is not doing anything while you are fighting him. lflipps stayed with us several days and wasn't hazed. The class paid the bill for raw meat, and his eyes and nose gradually got back to their normal hue and shape. The only thing that worried him was that all through his convalescence Ike was practicing some new high- sounding tune down at the other end of the hall. I didn't tell Flipps what it was, but I had recognized it at once as a hymn of victory. Every time I heard it tl1e whole fight came up before me. First, there was a deep rum- bling of low notes, sometimes short and quick, but usually like the growl of a dog. That was the challenge and the angry thoughts which followed its acceptance. Then there was a light, slow, stealthy sort of a tune. That was the march to the field of battle. Then there was the sound of drums and bugles. That was me calling time. Then there was a slow sort of music, like the orchestra plays while the villain is stealing up to murder the inno-

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3 Studenfs jzeverie. I. EATED alone in my study, My churn- having gone for a call. My lessons all out for the morrow, I gaze on the picture of all. II. My mother is sitting before me - The loveliest of all to me - And memory carries me over To my home beyond the sea. 'l l'+'l !- V. Praying for me and the others As only a mother knows how Asking that He in his mercy A blessing for each will allow. 164 III. I wonder what she is doing While I am so far away, And cannot return to see her For many a tiresome day. IV. I know she is doing her duty- Doing it day by day. And when the evening has faded I can see her kneeling to pray.