The Portland daily press., 1874-03-07

ever, the Proctor began to entertain suspi-
cions.
eff you don't tell me, sir, at once your true
name and college, IN expel you, sir, from
this University, STRIP
These terrible words he shouted in Mr..
Penlake's ear.
sWhash use making susch row? shed
Sin Johnsh. Take me to Sin Johns
NYou prevaricate, sir, replied the PROCTOR.
s'You have dragged us TO two ether colleges
aud let me tell you, you have done so Ill your
peril,''
Mr.. Penlake was acting with some nous.
He meant to give his enemy eood wax IN
order to have the laugh ON nm. FOR this
reason he mentioned the names OF colleges as
far apart as he could, thereby entailing upon
the weary official ana MS omcefS the maxi
mum of hard work.
In high dudgeon the whole party retraced
their steps towards st. Giles, and after sew
eral stoppages, caused by the fatigue of the
bulldogs, they eventually reached St. Johns
College, where, as before, the porter denied
Mr.. Penlake admittance. Here, however,
the bulldogs began to protest their inability to
act as beasts of burden beyond reasonable
limit. So a council of war was held. The
Marshal opined that Mr.. Penlake, who was
reposing coseyly on the pavement. was a
member of Christ Church. One bulldog
could swear that that he belonged to Merton;
another that he had seen him in surpfce
in New College Chapel. The Marshafs opin-
ion being entitled to most weight, prevailed:
and therefore once more the burden was lift
ed and borne amid the muttered eX-
ecrations of the bulldogs, to Canterbury gate
There the porter, having strict instructions
from brave old DR.. Gaisford, the then Dean
of Christ Oh urch, to hold no parley with
Proctors. slammed the door in their faces.
Indignant beyond measure at this rebuff, the
Proctor gave orders to convey Mr.. Penlake to
the lookup, in spite of a remonstrance from
the Marshal that he would in that case be as
ISOLATED with parties of the opposite sex, who
for real or supposed naughtiness, were contin-
ed in the University prison-cell-an eventual
| ity which, to the mind of the Marshal, ap-
| peared more than terrible. TIE Proctor,
| however, wanted to get to bed, and, mas
much as something must be done with this
man of no college, he preferred to put him
under lock and key. Accordingly the bull
dogs prepared to lift Mr.. Penlake once again.
That gentleman, however, had no idea of any
thing so serious as Imprisonment. He felt,
therefore, that he must escape from his pres
ent situation by hook or by crook. His first
move was to regain his legs.
''Pm better now," he muttcred. cpl try
and walk
s'Why didn't you tell us you rcollege ?''
whispered the Marshal confdentially.
sT've told ,on once" he said, more ration
ally; sits Wadham"
| Finding that the prisoner could walk, the
| bulldogs very readily Above him the use of
his legs, retaining him by the arms only. In
| this fashion the procession reached the quad
rangle formed by the Bodleian, All Souls,
Brasenose, and st. Mary's Church, in the CEN
| ter of which sta nds the Radcliffe Library. As
| they passed the church, Mr.. Penlake dexter
! In r.,st lorr ,ydor fha hill doc vyho
| held his right arm, thereby tripping him up.
| Then, by quick movement, as one man tel,
! he wrenched himself from the grasp of the
other, and thus in a trice stood at liberty. Be-
| fore the Marshal, who realized the hoax,
could seize his gown, lie had bounded away
| from them down Brasenose Lane al tearing
pace; turning sharp round by Exeter, he
made for the Broad street, where, distanc-
ing his pursuers, he Invested himself of his
beard and moustache, flung away his schol-
ar's gown, twisted round his tie, and then de-
liberateiy turned back and encountered the
Proctor in the Tur
"Your name and college sir?'
"Penlake of Brazenface sir"
'Where is your gown sir?'
"Pye left it in Trinity"
Did you meet any one running in the
Broad street,"
Yes, sir; man with a beard about my
height.'
Thank you sir. Don't let me meet you
without your gown again at this time of
night
Mr.. Penlake bowed, and triumphantly
marched off to his college, where, at a supper
of superlative festivity, he told the story to an
admiring circle.
Luckily for Mr.. Penlake, the Junior Proc
tor went out OF Office during the next vacation.
Ofcourse, by degrees it oozed out that Mr..
Pennel, ofso many colleges, was really Mr..
Penlaker However, he never suffered. di-
rectly or indirectly, from the results of the
adventure. Ineeed, it was whispered that the
good old Head of Brazenface was SO delighted
at good joke being played upon one from
whom he differed ecclesiasticlly and political
ly, that it was solely on account Of this es-
| capade that he awarded to; Mr.. Penlake a
certain valuable exhibition. We must, how
ever, accept that as mere scandal. Our hero
having once passed the dreaded smalls, took
more kindly to reading, and eventually
achieved his B. A. sleeves, to the credit of
himself and his college. Hence perhaps, he
merited the patronage of his worthy chief.