Washington College - Pegasus Yearbook (Chestertown, MD)

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and began to cbat. We asked what lie was doing. He began to laugh and asked if we had heard almiir if. About whatr we (iuerie(l. About the Ruskin Bright Wai ' reii P.ankruptcy Case, he replied. I ' m the state ' s attorney in this village and (-(jurt convenes at three o ' clock. After a little thought, lie (•(lut iuncd, ' ■Rnskin must have talien it hard, for he sneaked away and all trace (if him was lost. But old sleuth Massey located him all right, jieeling tomatoes with the other Bohics in Langsdale ' s cannery. Then we asked hciw Langsdale was getting along. Oh, pretty well. lie ' s (piit di ' iidviug, and married. Married Recda Stoops, and they seemed tn be lia iiig a luckydncky time of it when 1 saw them last. But I tmderstand the a]i]ib ' nf liscerd entered at the same time as the kid. Eeeda wanted him named Rnskin. and C ' orty insisted u]hih Anheuser Busch. It ' s live years old now and as yet has no name. ' We gave our regards to Airs. Rrown (a former belle of C ' bi ' stertown ) and then went out to see the fimtl game (jf the world championshi|) series between the Athletics and Pittsburg. We got a good seat and in looking over the Athletics ' onttield. saw a spidery-looking object in center fi (d l. A high fly was knocked to him, wbi(di be gathered in, gracefully throwing the rnnner out at home. We heard the grandstand shouting Jumji! Jump! ' Phcn we knew it was the Kid. In the ninth iiniiiig. with two out. the bases empty, aH l the score 2 to .3 in the Athletics ' fa iir, the Pittsburg second-baseman drove ii bard ground- ball intij center: it went straight tlirongb .lump ' s legs. A groan went np from the bleachers, for it lookeil g 1 for a b..me run. But the Kid sjirinted. got the ball and lined it to the catidier. who nabbeil tbi ' runner in the nick of time. It was a beautiful throw and the fans neai ' ly went crazy. After supjier we went out to the theatre. It -svas a vaudeville show. A man in a grotesque evening suit came out and began to sing. I ])idee-i-dee- i-da! and then he forgot the rest. We were in a box near the stage, and when the singer hesitated I involuntarily gave him the cue. Xot until afterwards did I realize that it was -lim Turner singing, and thai T bad been so used to prompting him in the (Ib ' c ( ' lidi at college, that it had become a soi-t of a second nature with me. The andidice tbongbt it was part .d ' the show and a])plan(led wildly. A pool- comeilian was ne.xt, who tried in vain to amuse the audience by making himself ridiculous. Etick nii(lge(l me. ' ■That looks like Soc. And so it was ! He was hissed off the stage. 29

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Prophecy of the Class of 1910 I HAD been oiit of this country since the week after I graduated from col- lege, being a foreign agent for Henizerling Eros., banking establishment. I had left the London office in such shape that I thought I could come back to America for a while and see how things looked, for although I have been abroad for nearly fifteen years I have always considered myself an American. I stej ped out from Broadstreet Station in Philadelphia and proceeded xvp to The Walton. I registered, and stood for a moment looking over the register. A familiar signature caught my eye — Edw. C. Crouch, Alaska. That was queer ; however, I went up to see him. I found that he had been doing a big job of engineering up there and, like myself, had come down to see what the country looked like. We talked and smoked for a while and then w ent down to dinner. That done we went for a stroll. Going down Broadway we saw a rather portly and flashily dressed man get out of an automobile and stand for a moment looking in our direction. There was something familiar about him in spite of the bald head and portly dimensions. In a moment Etiek and I both yelled Peejee ! Then he recognized us. Hullo, boys. Glad to see you. Then followed some small talk, after which b - said, Come in and see my establishment. It ' s just around the block. We followed him into a sort of marble palace. Above the doorway was inscribed: J. P. Johnson — Stock Broker. Once inside we saw a maze of green tables, roulette wheels, and excited men and women. That sign is just to get around the law and make the police have an easy conscience, said Peejee. At one table we saw Johnny Hessey looking wild, excited and, truth to tell, rather seedy. He didn ' t look very changed. Johnny is an awfully good sucker, said Peejee with a chuckle. Want to play ? We declined after sizing up our chances and, as Peejee seemed occupied with a rather florid-looking lady, took occasion to leave. We returned to the hotel, and going through the lobby encountered Leo Brown, who had just finished lunch. He was looking rather grey, but other- wise was the same old Leo of 1910. After a hearty greeting we sat down

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The next day being Siindav we decided to remain at the hutel, l)iit ghineing at a pajser, we saw where The Great Evangelist wonld preach in Philadelphia. Let ' s go ! said Etick. So we went to hear him, and it was Johnny Knotts. We went to him after service and congratulated him. When he saw ns he dropped his clerical dignity, winked his eye and led ns into a small room. There he pulled out a bottle of the rale old shtuff, as he termed it, and invited us to drink. We drank to his success and left him, giving sjiiritual comfort to a group of old women. Etick proposed that we take the train down and see the College. Accord- ingly we got aboard, and after having secured our parlor-car seats we made ourselves comfortable. The conductor, an old grey-headed man with several stripes, came down the aisle and pimched our tickets. It was his impressive way of talking that made us take a second look at him. It was Gibson. We shook hands, but he seemed to be in a hurry and went on. When we got on the Chestertown Accommodation, the same old jerkwater as in our college days, we ambled .slowly on toward our destination. Finally we reached a little station called Massey. Here, standing with the other loafers, was Maddox. It was unmistakably Maddox, for all the weeks ' growth of beard and seedy clothes. We got out and spoke to him. He took a rusty nail, which served as a toothpick, from his mouth and began his tale of woe. He ended up with the tragic whisper, Say, got any tobacco ? We each gave him a box of cigarettes and hopped aboard the train. Ar- riving at Chestertown we immediately proceeded to my home for the night. Everybody seemed glad to see us, as of course they should, and after spending the evening relating our experiences, we turned in. The next morning we went over to see the College. There were several new buildings, but Smith Hall was still the recitation hall. In the corridor coming out of D r. Sanborn ' s room we met Miss Clough. She did not seem to be so light-hearted as in years gone by, and she had aged considerably. She did not seem especially glad to see us, but in the course of the conversation we found out that she was studying for her Ph. D. in Philos- ophy. We left her and went over to lunch. [Here the narrati ' e ends, on account of the imfortunate death of Mr. Cain, who was run over by an automobile.]