St Johns College - Yearbook (Annapolis, MD)

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i I 0+ r i l l fl ii ll F F l ,li l I I I i l '. i lj I if t Q, if Ei -if 1, Jarvis looked through the open door and saw not only what has been men- tioned, but also that the Freshie looked lonesome. With a view to cheering up the youngster, he walked in and introduced himself. After some common talk ' ' Jarvis realized suddenly that he was desperately hungry, and the Freshie, for the sake of being agreeable, owned up that he was, too. Come along, then,' said Jarvis, and we'll see what is in store for us. You'll never get along here till you learn how to make yourself at home. Come on and fill show you around. They strolled to Room 79, where Jarvis thought he could probably find some caramels. It happened that the occupants of 7Q were in and that a half dozen other fellows were in with them, all enjoying a little feast. Just the thing! 9 Gentlemen, Jarvis sang out when, after much persuasion and not a few threats, T have the honor to present to you Mr. Willie Verdant n H J , ewly arrived, kindly make him comfortable. ' The gang, seeing that Jarvis had some game on hand, very generously made themselves agreeable to the lately homesick Mr. Verdant. After a while Jarvis left the room, saying he would be back shortly. Of course it did not take long to carry innocent W'illie's bed up to his own room, so he was able to be as good as his word. . X After spending a very pleasant evening, during which he learned that the l upper c assmen were real nice fellows, Willie withdrew to his now pleasant room. Jarvis happened in a little later and very vehemently expressed his opinion of anyone who could stoop so low as to steal a bed. After a little skirmishing around he found another new bed in a freshman's room and, after giving its owners a good lecture and promising them a good, honest hazing, he removed it to the new man's room. Later he happened in and told the bed-stealing Q PJ freshman that the hazing might be averted if someone would go do-wn to 196 Dobbin Street and bring up a trunk that had been brought there that evening. The Freshies took the hint and the trunk was pushed into room 65, at 11.39 P. M. Two or three hours later enough good sense to get along well in the world. Jarvis went to bed, congratulating himself on having 45 vgoabqv itgyli 169

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ed 1 I I '33 Q44 2323552 Q3 51,1 4 asf' , l 5 4 arvrs of the Fourth Floor so 'x ARVTS was a typical fourth floor man-he smoked, swore, called on lady friends frequently, lied about attending church, skipped classes, played ' the mandolin, sat up late at night and loafed in other people's rooms when they were busy. In fact, he had all the making of a respectable citizen. He was supposed to room in 65, but he was seldom seen where he belonged. Rooms 59 and 71 used 65 for a reading and writing room. Une night Jarvis went calling. On his return he met on the third floor landing a bucketful of very self-possessed water. Indeed, it struck him as being rather cool. His uniform overcoat collar was turned up, making a first-class funnel through which the water could run down his back. Pleasant! But Jarvis did not express it that way. J It was absolutely necessary that he go to his room-however much he might hate to do it-to find dry clothing, so he wended his weary way to 65. The door was locked, and, of course, the .keys were inside, but that did not matter. It was as easy to break the lock as it was to go to sleep, and quite as much fun. He kicked and-here he got a tremendous joke on somebody. Now do not say that he did not enjoy it. Somefun-loving individual had gone to the trouble to place a bucket of water over the door of 65 in such a way that it would drench the one opening the door. It worked admirably, but Jarvis was already as wet as he could be. Ha! Ha! That gentleman went to all that trouble for nothing, the puddinhead. 'When he got in the room he noticed that his bed was gone, but that did not trouble him. There were dozens of other beds in the hall and it was a small matter to move one of them into his room. His trunk, too was gone, probably down town to the house to which the fellows supposed he had gone that night, but the people would take care of it till morning, and there were hundreds of expressmen in town. It was Jarvis' nature to take things philosophically. He undressed, put on a bath robe, lit his pipe, and started out to see what might be going on. Seeing nothing of interest to him on the fourth floor, he strolled down to the third-the hotbed of innocence and Freshmen. It happened that a new one had just arrived and Doctor Garver had very kindly fitted his room up with new furniture, and the bed was especially good. Surely Providence was concerned in that, somehow! I 168

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A Trip Through Southern Maryland l at I ALTIMGRE, 'Wilmington, Philadelphia and New York, Popels Creek and VVay Stations! All aboard! It is early upon a beautiful morning of Qctober that we board this north-bound express at the Pennsylvania depot in VVashington, anticipating' a delightful trip through Southern Maryland. To the left the dome of the Congressional Library, reflecting the glory of the rising sun, shines like a hemisphere of burnished gold. To the right, against the blue vault of heaven, VVashington Monument stands forth as a pillar of cloud. To the front stretches a broad expanse of water and marsh, spanned by a long trestle. Nightls candles have burnt out, and jocund day stands tip-toe on the misty mountain topf' Had Shakespeare interwoven a Prince George county scene into his tragedy he would have had to be content with a small hill covered with scrubby pine trees instead of a mountain. But Shakespeare seems to have not been impressed to any great degree by Prince George county scenery, probably because he never saw it. George Alfred Townsend once attempted a graphic description of Southern Maryland, and the remembrance still lingers green in the hearts of the natives. Wliile we have thus been meditating upon the vicissitudes of human existence in general and nothing in particular, the train has been flying through woodland and Held. As we glide on, the landscape becomes very interesting. From my Window I count seven hills, two creeks, four negro huts, five rabbits, one snipe, one farm house, six buzzards and three signboards. Upon the first signboard is the following legend inscribed: And he took him unto an high place and said unto him: 'iff thou canst do all things, I command thee to change these stones into bread. And he answered and said, No, thanks, but I will change them into VVilliams' Pink Pills for Pale People, if you wish. ' The second read thus: Wfhen I can read my title clear, To mansions in the sky, I'll bid farewell to every fear, And drink old Roxbury Rye. 17o f l 1 2 l ,i f X. ab ll rr i sf 'l l llo yr- L ll l