American fiction -- 20th century; Bildungsromans; World War, 1914-1918 -- United States -- Fiction; Young men -- Fiction
But after that she ceased for a time to intrude upon his life, and he
admitted that his harassment was less grave than he had anticipated.
There were about five hundred students in the freshman class; he seldom
saw her, and when he did it was not more than a distant glimpse of her
on one of the campus paths, her thoughtful head bent over a book as
she hurried to a classroom. This was bearable; and in the flattering
agitations of being sought, and even hunted, by several “fraternities”
simultaneously desirous of his becoming a sworn Brother, he almost
forgot her. After a hazardous month the roommates fell into the arms of
the last “frat” to seek them, and having undergone an evening of outrage
which concluded with touching rhetoric and an oath taken at midnight,
they proudly wore jewelled symbols on their breasts and were free to
turn part of their attention to other affairs, especially the affairs of
the Eleven.
However, they were instructed by the older brethren of their Order,
whose duty it was to assist in the proper manoeuvring of their young
careers, that, although support of the 'varsity teams was important,
they must neglect neither the spiritual nor the intellectual by-products
of undergraduate doings. Therefore they became members of the college
Y.M.C.A. and of the “Lumen Society.”
According to the charter which it had granted itself, the “Lumen
Society” was an “Organization of male and female students”--so
“advanced” was this university--“for the development of the powers of
debate and oratory, intellectual and sociological progress, and
the discussion of all matters relating to philosophy, metaphysics,
literature, art, and current events.” A statement so formidable was not
without a hushing effect upon Messrs. Milholland and Mitchell; they went
to their first “Lumen” meeting in a state of fear and came away little
reassured.
“I couldn't get up there,” Ramsey declared, “I couldn't stand up there
before all that crowd and make a speech, or debate in a debate, to save
my soul and gizzard! Why, I'd just keel right over and haf to be carried
out.”
“Well, the way I understand it,” said Fred, “we can't get out of it.
The seniors in the 'frat' said we had to join, and they said we couldn't
resign, either, after we had joined. They said we just had to go through
it, and after a while we'd get used to it and not mind it much.”
“_I_ will!” Ramsey insisted. “I couldn't any more stand up there on my
feet and get to spoutin' about sociology and the radical metempsychorus
of the metaphysical bazoozum than I could fly a flyin' machine. Why,
I--”
“Oh, that wasn't anything,” Fred interrupted. “The only one that talked
like that, he was that Blickens; he's a tutor, or something, and really
a member of the faculty. Most o' the others just kind of blah-blahhed
around, and what any of 'em tried to get off their chests hardly
amounted to terribly much.”
“I don't care. I couldn't do it at _all!_”
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