College stories, American; Princeton (N.J.) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Princeton University -- Fiction
"I don't believe he knew himself," said the man with his feet on the
arms of Symington's chair. "He's on one of his streaks to-day. I saw
the symptoms this morning in Ethics. And when he's that way he's as
good as crazy."
"Right," said the one with the banjo. "He don't know what he's saying
any more than he knows that he has a cap on his head with a dress
suit. If he were in his right mind he would not go out calling."
"He'll either make a fool of himself this evening wherever he goes, or
else he'll make one of those great tears of his."
But Symington the prep. thought Timberly was about the best fun in the
world.
Some of the fellows left and others came in. Symington thought some of
them behaved oddly. One man seemed very sour and came in scowling and
sat down without saying hello to anybody. He put his feet on the table
and pulled his cap down over his eyes. As soon as he finished his pipe
and had emptied the ashes on the carpet to keep out the moths he arose
and stretched himself and went away again. He had not said a word. And
after he had left no one said anything about it.
That happened while the crowd was thickest. When there were only a few
fellows in the room some one generally remembered to introduce the
incomers to Symington. He rather liked the way they treated him. They
did not, as a rule, patronize him because of his being a prep. And
they did not take pains to make him feel at ease, which would have
rattled him. They treated him more as if he were one of them, and
talked to him, if they felt like it, and let him look after himself,
if they did not. At least that is the way it seemed to Charlie. And
they called him Charlie or Symington, without any Mister, which would
have made him feel ridiculous.
And all this time Tucker at his desk kept on working and only looked
up occasionally to say, "How are you, Willie, there's the tobacco,
come in." The only time he arose from his seat was once when Jack the
trainer came in, and looking at the crowd said, "Mister Tucker, can I
speak with ye a moment." The busy man said "Certainly" and led the way
into his bedroom and closed the door with a bang, and came out again
in a few minutes saying, "All right Jack, I appreciate your position.
I'll see to it. Good-night," and sat down to work again.
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