Wabash College - Wabash Yearbook (Crawfordsville, IN)

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E. H. ZIEGNER. L. M. BOOE ..... W. J. DANIELS R. B. STEVENS. E. H. O,NEAI.L ..... Uuiatenon Board BBUCE E. HAR'rsUcH .... E. I. WAGNER ....... H. MCCULLOCH . . . L. L. WILDMAN ..... W. L. CLARK .... .. G I Associate Editors C ..........Literary F . . . .Organization R .........Mirth C . . . . .Editor-in-Chief . . . . .Business Manager . . . . .Advertising Manager . . . .Subscription Manager .............Treasurer H. EMANUEL ..... ............. A thletics M. GEORGE ...... ..... A ssista-nt Athletics E. RIGSBY . . . ........... .Alumni J. SPROWL ..... . . .Fraternity E. TAYLOR ..... ----... A rt Z2

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'ULVIDN ENDELLI IVIICPHFIRSON was sitting upon the porlico of the house where he roomed. N' It was evening and the town of San Luis, L9 ' 5 A3 that had lain slumbering throughout the terrific heat of the day, was beginning to awake in response to the cooling touch of twilight. Along the dusty roadway be- fore him there were hurrying many brightly dressed couples on their way to the plaza, the lights of which he could see as he looked down the street. Many of those that passed were Spanish, a great many more were Mexican, and occa- sionally a solitary, blanketed Indian shuffled by. But not a white person did he see. The settled Americans lived in another part of the town. .lfle pulled slowly, meditatively at his pipe as he leaned with his arms upon his knees, and watched the moving throng out upon the plaza. There came to him indistinctly the hum of its voice, while at inter- vals the sound of a clear, musical Spanish laugh would rise above the murmur. He got up and walked to and fro along the portlco. At last he decided he would go down and mail the letter he had in his pocket, and possibly stop at one or two of the stores to chat a bit. Then he came to the con- clusion that he wouldn't, and sat down again. just then there- turned into the street from the Plaza a tall figure, which walked rapidly. As it came nearer Weliclell recog- ' Forgetting nized it to be Carthers, one ofthe civil engineers with whom he worked. Isle soon came up. Hello, lX'IcPherson. Why in the devil did you skip out for home so early? I had a letter to write, as he rose to greet his visitor. Obi youlve always got a letter to write. But that's not what I came to see you about. There is going to be a hell of a big 'blow out' over at Senor Ilugo's to-night. Big dance-fine music-eats and wine galore-and any number of pretty senoritas. Hugo told me to-day he was going to make it the biggest f1ll1Cl0lZ Of the summer. Now, you'd better come and crawl out of your shellfor once and go along with me. What? You don't care for this sort of a thing? Damn it all, McPherson, you don't know what it is till you've tried it. You'll go looney if you don't get out of yourself pretty soon. WOll,t you come P Mc.l.'herson knocked out his pipe on a post before he replied. No, Carthers. You've asked me lots of times, and I appreciate your interest in my welfare-but-I can't go! Oh, hell! I suppose some one back home has you tied. Eh F Perhaps, quite softly. Same old answer. But I must go,l' as he started off. He walked some steps, tlien stopped. 24