Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Mary Meehan and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net HARVARD STORIES SKETCHES OF THE UNDERGRADUATE BY WALDRON KINTZING POST G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS NEW YORK; LONDON 27 WEST TWENTY-THIRD STREET; 24 BEDFORD STREET, STRAND The Knickerbocker Press 1895 COPYRIGHT, 1893 BY WALDRON KINTZING POST Electrotyped, Printed and Bound by The Knickerbocker Press, New York G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS TO THE CLASS OF '90 PREFACE. I cannot expect any one to be interested in these stories who is not interested in the scenes where they are laid. To you, my class-mates and contemporaries, I need make no apology. We always gave each other freely the valuable gift Burns asked of the gods; my shortcomings I shall learn soon enough--especially if I have written anything false or pretentious. But I feel sure that anything about Harvard, however imperfect, will not be unwelcome to you--provided it is true. We are scattered far apart and cannot often meet to talk over old times; perhaps these recollections may partially serve at times, in the place of an old chum, to bring back the days when we were all together. They are only yarns and pictures of us boys; but you will think no worse of them for that. The higher traditions of the old place I have dared in only one instance to approach. "The great and the good in their beautiful prime Through those precincts have musingly trod," and for that we reverence, we glory in those precincts; is it profanation to add that we also love them, because we ourselves have rollicked through them, with Jack, Ned, and Dick? One thing, however, I must say to you before you begin to read. You will quickly see that I can claim little originality in the following stories. They are almost all founded on actual occurrences of either our own college life, or that of undergrads. before us. Some of the incidents came under my own notice, others happened to men of whom I do not even know the names, but who, I trust, will forgive my use of their experiences. But let no one imagine that, in any of the characters, he recognizes either himself or any one else. No one of us enters into these pages,--though I have tried to draw parts of all.