Harvard Stories: Sketches of the UndergraduatePost, Waldron Kintzing
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Harvard Stories: Sketches of the Undergraduate
Post, Waldron Kintzing
College stories, American; College students -- Fiction; Harvard University -- Fiction
"That's so," acknowledged Jack, with a melancholy shake of his head. "At
one time, when I went in for these vanities, I used to have some pretty
good excuses, but they are all played out now. I have broken down every
cab in Cambridge, given every horse the blind staggers, and ruined the
reputation for sobriety of every driver. I have broken my own leg once
or twice, and limped painfully into the room; that was very effective,
until I once favored the wrong leg. The electric cars were a great help
when they first came in, but I have long since dislocated every trolly
on the line."
"Well, above all," said Holworthy, "if you _should_ happen to be late,
don't try that worn out chestnut about the drawbridge being open, as I
heard a poor young Freshman do the other night, with a happy
confidence."
"Do you take _me_ for a Freshman?" responded Jack, indignantly. "At the
first dinner I went to when I first came up, I started to use the
drawbridge, and the old grad. with whom I was dining took the words out
of my mouth and then laughed at me."
"The best thing for you to do," suggested Hollis, as his final advice,
"is to get a chain and make yourself fast to your bedstead from now
until the evening of the dinner. I'll come round and unchain you when it
is time to dress. At any rate, I shall endeavor to keep you in sight all
that day." All of which Rattleton took humbly, and promised to do his
best.
But on the afternoon of the appointed day Jack was not to be found.
Holworthy hunted in vain for him at all his usual haunts, and in the
evening began dressing himself with many misgivings. While he was still
in his room, his chum Charles Rivers came in from the afternoon's work
in the University boat. Holworthy complained to him of the way in which
the man Rattleton was turning his hair gray.
"Looking for Lazy Jack, are you?" laughed Rivers, reassuringly; "well,
he was in a four-oar above the Brighton Abattoir not very long ago. I
couldn't see him, because I had to keep my eyes in the boat, but I could
hear him objurgating Steve Hudson for hitting up the stroke. We passed
them as we were pulling back from Watertown. It wasn't half an hour
ago."
Holworthy made a short remark about Rattleton that has nothing to do
with the story. "I have only just time to get into the Tremonts' now,"
said he, as he threw on his cloak, "but I will stop at the shiftless
beggar's room before I go in. He may possibly have got back and
dressed."
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