- “ Freshies ”
Copyright, 1905, by David C.
Cook Publishing Company.
Vou. IV. No. 50. 1 WEEKLY
By George Whitefield D'Vys_
[ WAS a mighty shout.
“ Nineteen-six. Nineteen-six. Hoo-rah,
Nineteen-six. Nineteen-six. We are, we
Hoo-rah! We are!. Rah, rah, rah, rah,
Gesticulating wildly, and with perspira-
tion streaming down his glowing face, Nat
Sargent stood before a group of boys as
he coached them in the class’ cheer,
“Onée. more, fellows—hard and. strong!
One, two, three ;” and_as again .the cheer
ended, he called heartily, ‘“ Well - done!
We've got it down fine! Once more,. fel-
lows—come, now !””
With even greater fervor than before, the
again sent forth their sing-
“That was great!” Nat called. approv-
ingly. “ Now let the Sophomores come on.
Nineteen six will «rally: all right..- Those
fellows have ‘posted rules, boys, saying
what we must. do.and must not do.” Rule
One reads, we must not,cross the’ campus
in a body. — simply a_defy, and it re-
mains for us to survive or perish: +
“This is our program :°.We meet on the
Delta at four o'clock sharp, and in ‘solid
phalanx cross the campus and. match down
to a hall.on B street for our. banquet and
election of officers. .If we have not . out;
witted our foes, then somewhere between
the Delta and the campus they will attack
us,’ But remember, no blows,—that means
“Te set upon, rely solely" on football tac-
ties. Give them , a genuine flying wedge.
Who says ‘ Aye
* Aye !’-as one voice came the response;
and loudly some began telling what they
would do, but ata wave of the leader’s
hand all wag still, and Nat continued.
“One thing more, . fellows. I.- see he
Who is that lofty, modest, red-
haired chap among the medics?”
“TIis name is Dan Phillips,” a‘ voice an-
“J knew that much myself, Whitney,”
Nat answered sharply. “I asked.-about
him because of what passed between us
this noon. I had heard of his refusal to
doff his hat to some sophomores he met this
morning. and that Nineteen-five intends to
square accounts with him to-night, so I
hunted him up and invited him to this
class meeting. ‘ Didn’t you have a meet-
ing yesterday? he asked me. ‘Yes,’ I an
swered, and then he asked testily; ‘ Why
wasn’t I asked to attend?’
his bearing,-1 managed to say something
about its being—what ‘it surely was—an
oversight, but after shaking his head as if
doubting me, he said coldly, ‘ You got- along
without me then; I guess you can now!’
“TI was. provoked clear. through,” Nat’
continued rather bitterly. “ He was too
touchy for me, so I left him. “I’ve no use
for a touchy boy, fellows. Do or say what
you will, you’re sure to wound him in a
tender spot. My creed is to let bim se-
Te has come-here to work .his way
through, Sargent,” the boy answered, rising
and addressing the leader. “I know him
well; he was the big boy in our preparatory
school. Quick-tempered, I admit, but he’s
a fine fellow and all that sort ‘of thing;
strong as a horse, and great on football;
got just what the game needs—brains and
Overawed ‘at -:
.the whole Program!
But I say, Whitney, who is
sand. He won the deciding game for us
Jast fall by making a ninety yard dash
for.a touchdown in the last half minute.
He’s all right enough, but his folks are
poor,.and he intends going through here on
the cheap idea—room outside and board
himself, and he’ll be janitor of one of the
near-by churches. To get a start, he was
waiter at one of the Rye Beach hotels this
“ A waiter! and he so highly organized!”
exclaimed Sargent, and there was’a world
of meaning in his tone.
“Yes, but he’s all right, just the same,”
“Just the same,’ Nat repeated icily,
“we cannot afford to meddle with a touchy
waiter’s private affairs. If he refused to
submit to the whims of a soph, that is his
lookout, not ours. _I admit, such a big fel-
low would be a tower of strength to us if
it comes to a rush, but pshaw!
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There’s the goal, with everything possible
done, almost, to keep one from making it,
only there’s no ball, no V’s and no wedges,
but it’s everyone for himself. There’s the
goal ahead; keep straight toward it, and
keep going—that’s the idea, I guess. Heigh-
ho! Am I preaching myself a sermon?
Just the same, I’m right. It’s a steep hill,
and a rugged road, for Dan Phillips, but a
straight line is the shortest distance be-
tween two points, and if I am to attain suc-
cess, I mustn’t mind obstacles, but keep
straight for my goal.
“Obstacles!” he repeated bitterly, then
paused. “ My gracious! why have I never
thought of that. before?” And his whole
manner changed as he communed with him-
self, and soon he seemed as one humiliated.
“Sargent was right,” he said audibly.
“Tam what they call a touchy chap. Yes,
that’s the right word—touchy. Anything
not going exactly my way arouses a feeling
of anger and revenge. I see now the whole
thing is self-conceit. I’m standing right in
my own light.’
Soon the boy was uttering a heart-cry,
a humble prayer for wisdom that he might
learn one of life’s noblest and most neces-
sary lessons—how to cultivate self-re-
December 16, 1905.
Ding, ding, ding, ding
In silvery tones, the ‘ollege bell pealed
forth the fateful hour.
The many groups of anxious, eager boys,
who, in doorways and halls, had long been
waiting this signal, now came stealthily
from all directions and gathered about the
statue on the Delta.
“In eights, shoulder to shoulder, close
ranks, double quick time. Forward,
march!” Nat Sargent called quietly.
Out of the Delta and across the public
thoroughfare, as one man, marched the
host.. Ah, what was that dark mass in
the college yard?
Shouting their class cheery the sopho-
mores surged through the gate:
The battle was on, but from concerted
action it soon became “everyman for him-
self!” The one endeavoring to enter the
college yard, the other struggling to re-
Ding, ding, ding!
Again the bell pealed forth its silvery
tones, but with what a different story, tell-
ing now, not the birth of an hour, but
sounding forth a note of alarm.
IIark! -What meant that
why bother about him? Come,
fellows. Nineteen-six, once
more now, good and hard!”
As again the cheer rang
out, a strapping lad who had
been standing in the corridor,
screened from’ view by a baize
door which he :-had -held
slightly ‘ajar, turned abruptly
and left the “building. His
face was flushed, his teeth
firmly ‘set, and- fire almost
snapped from. his blue eyes.
With long, rapid strides, he
passed through, the college
yard and strode swiftly on
until he came to a_ bridge
which spanned <a tranquil
Then Dan Phillips
“ in 11 pay Nat Sargent back
for that!” he muttered
fiercely. “Ul pay. him back.
See if I don’t!” . ‘
In _ a- listless manner he
rested an arm upon the upper
rail on the westerly side of
the bridge, the hand holding
the drooping head,-as with a
far-off look he gazed long and
wistfully up the river,
“I'm cooler now,” he mur-
mured reflectively, “<I was
foolish to fire up so quickly,
mighty foolish; but the way .
Sargent said those-words cut
deeply. Strange Saragent let
his 'sentries come into the
hall, but who blames ‘the
sentries? Not I, for I tingled
from head'to foot as our boys
cheered! Oh, how I wanted |
to be in the game!: And there
was Warren, the little sopho-
more leader, snuggled» under
‘the back seat, and so knows
I'd like to be in. that: rush.
for of course the sophs will
waylay our fellows. So I’m
to look out for Number One,
am 1? Well, Mr. Sargent, I’m no puppet,
but just the same I say I can do it. Dan
Phillips will never submit to one of those
sophomore rules, neyer!
“Tiow my blood tingled when Whitney
was telling of my dash with the pigskin!
Big Dan got there all right, even though
he fell between the goal posts breathless.
Heigh-ho!" he broke off suddenly. “ What
is life, anyway, but a game of football!
--mighty clatter upon the pave-
ment, that sounding of trum-
pets ane - clanging of gongs!
* “The. “ona ery -echoed and
-reéchoed among the wrestling
pulling,- tugging and_ hauling
combatants “in-- the - street.
There was a sudden breaking
“away and a rush to the side-
walks for safety as the heavy
-fire- apparatus bore swiftly
down upon the scene of battle.
Almost in the center of the
narrow street lay two writh-
ing forms, each struggling to
“master his antagonist; each,
in the intensity of his earnest-
ness“and eagerness to uphold
the honor of his class, wholly
oblivious of impending dan-
ger. . .
~ Classmates saw their peril,
but all were too confused after
their own exertions to’ do
more than shout a warning.
In vain the ery, On came
an engine, and almost beside
it, as if it were a mighty race,
came a ladder truck, each
driver seemingly powerless to
check the onrushing horses,
each shouting loudly at the
HE GAZED LONG AND WISTFULLY UP THE RIVER.
“It’s like beginning life anew,” Dan
mused happily, as he prepared’to retrace
his steps. ‘I’ve often said I’d pay cer-
tain fellows back, and I usually do, but
hereafter Ill do it by the Golden Role.
Yes, that’s right, the Golden Rule. I'l] do
the square thing. Ill tell Sargent the
sophs know his program, then I'll bang
about on the outskirts to see how the game
Was there no help? Must
two young: lives be crushed
out, with four hundred twen-
tieth-century boys ‘standing
near? - .
Scarcely fifty feet away was
‘the:apparatus, when ;suddenly
* a stalwart -figure darted out
into the street ahead of the
truck horses. Daringly on-
ward he dashed now in front
of the engine horses, madly
he ran, yet with every sense
alert, a wild mingling of fear
‘and hope surging through his being.
“ God. give me courage!” he cried, as he
leaped forward.. “IIelp me do it!” And
with wonderful self-control, the boy stifled
the surges of fear that welled up within
-him. <A leap, with every ounce of strength
in his massive legs, another, a quick drop,
a grip, a fast rolling over and over toward
the curbstone, and two lives were saved.
The other students made one wild rush