Produced by Al Haines. THE DIARY _of a_ FRESHMAN _By_ CHARLES MACOMB FLANDRAU Author of "Harvard Episodes" _NEW YORK_ DOUBLEDAY, PAGE AND COMPANY _MDCCCCI_ _Copyright, 1900, by_ The Curtis Publishing Co. _Copyright, 1901, by_ Doubleday, Page & Company University Press John Wilson and Son Cambridge, U.S.A. _TO THE_ "_For Ever Panting and For Ever Young._" _Courteous acknowledgment is here made to the Saturday Evening Post, Philadelphia, in which these papers first saw the light._ _*THE*_* DIARY *_*of a*_* FRESHMAN* *I* Mamma left for home this afternoon. As I want to be perfectly truthful in my diary, I suppose I must confess that before she actually went away I sometimes thought I should be rather relieved when she was no longer here. Mamma has a fixed idea that I came to college for the express purpose of getting my feet wet by day, and sleeping in a draught by night. She began the furnishing of my rooms by investing in a pair of rubber boots,—the kind you tie around your waist with a string. The clerk in the shop asked her if I was fond of trout-fishing, and she explained to him that I had always lived in the West where the climate was dry, and that she did n’t know how I would stand the dampness of the seacoast. Mamma thought the clerk was so interested in my last attack of tonsillitis I didn’t have the heart to tell her that all the time he was looking sympathetic with his right eye, he was winking at me with his left. Now that she is gone, however, I don’t see how I could have thought, even for a moment, that I should be glad, and I ’ve been sitting here for an hour just looking at my room and all the nice things she advised me about and helped me to choose—wishing she could see how cosey it is late at night with the green lamp lighted and a little fire going. (It is n’t really cool enough for a fire; I had to take my coat off for a while, the room got so warm—but I was anxious to know how the andirons looked with a blaze behind them.) I suppose she is lying awake in the sleeping-car thinking of me. She made me move my bed to the other side of the room, so that it would n’t be near the window. I moved it back again; but I think now I ’ll change it again to the way she liked it.