Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1875-04-25
An Oxford Rattle.
Journal.

Immediately after the publication of
that most charming burlesque of Oxford
life, Terdant Green, which certainly sue
ceeded in depicting the University as
compound of beer, skittlcs and bulldogs,
the worldwide notoriety obtained by
HUI, his first-born, and Buz, his brother
or our Dean, who was an accurate He
braist of repute, used to render them in
the course of the dictionary, "Hoots and
Bootsr-fred the undergraduate soul with
desire to possess HUI, if not Buzz
Hoots if not Boots. Filthy Lucre in
those days did a roaring trade, although
how he escaped hydrophobia is mystery.
His cottage-well stocked, by the way,
with babics-was always crowded with
the canine species.
A rabid dog would bite him in five diff.
ferent places so that he would appear
streaming with ichor.
"It's his playfulness, sir" the man
would aver, no ways disconnected.
Another quadruped, who assuredly in
some previous state of existence must
have been limpot, would nail himself
on to Lucre's calf, and refuse to be re-
moved, even when the ordinary process
of biting his tail was adopted by way OF
persuasion.
"a dawg of the right Sort" would be
the natural remark to issue from the
wounded mans lips. Pain could not
uffle his temper.
Of all envied- undergraduates of that
period let Mr.. Scarsdale of Brazenface
bear the palm He had got a bulldog.
You never set eyes on such bulldog.
Its chest was simply type Of latitude.
It's underjaw proceeded like Zulu's.
Above all, with the fidelity of a Bill Sykes
dog, it cared for no god nor man but its
master From him it would put up with
brutal usage without a murmur, grunt
or growl. But just let any one else APP
proach it, and the consequences cannot
easily be predicted. A favorite jest of
Mr.. Scarsdale's was to stroll down to the
barges, where rowing men dispose of their
garments they have temporarily laid aside,
or to the cricket tents-pavilions were
then luxuries uninvented-and after piling
the raiment of dozen unfortunates, to
bid Mueller "Watchv' and then retreat.
No human being dare approach the said
Mussler; they were often compeiledt to net
the dog, j. g., to envelop him in cricket
net, and even then they could recover their
clothes only at the imminent risk of being
pinned.
Well, to come to the point, Mr.. Scars
dale, his master, was a man with talent
for tumbling into hot, serious hot water.
He got plucked until the college nearly
turned him out neck and crop. He quar-
relied so savagely with his father that he
found supplies cut off at time when duns
were nearly driving him mad. Lastly,
he incurred debt of honor which he was
utterly unable to meet, and thereby run
the risk of being cut by his set-a con-
tingency Of all others the most appalling.
'sWhat am Ito dot" He appealed to his
crony, Bob Cherry.
Bob lit cigar Some minds never be-
gin to act till they are involved in cloud.
81 am in an awful FIX" he continued,
II owe coin all round, including the col
lege. I've exhausted my credit, and the
Governor has taken up line, as unduti-
full as ungracious. Give me your advice,
dear old boy
81 have it," cried Bob Cherry, after a
few whiffs. "You must rattle Muzzler.
The dog has no end of reputation. You
can value him at forty guineas, and I'll
bet you bottle of wine you'll get every
copper subscribed"
hPcrhaps," answered his friend dry1y
s.but then, don't want to part with my
old friend. HE, Awssses, come here. That
wouldn't suit you, ehS"
Nuzsler came out from under the sofa
Is gentle rs lamb, and licked Mr.. Scars
dalc's hand quite lovingly.
81 couldn't DO it Cherry, he said, somes
thing like tear rising to the corner Of
his eye.
Mr.. Bob Cherry, however, continued
smoking, imperturbable as an oracle.
"Well!'' growled Mr.. Scarsdale, angry
At his silence.
ssWell, give you my advice as locker
on, who sees the best Of the game. Rattle
the dog, Scarsdale, and depend upon it
the man who wins it will come and beg
you to buy il back within twenty four
hours It your own figure.
Mr.. Scarsdalc began tn think.
"The dog" he replied, "wouid come
home Of his own accord; but-but--that
would not do"
ssPut it at its worst Scarsdale. Let US
suppose that Clasher, Of Christ Church, or
Nibbs, Of the Tavern, or any other boAa
Id sporting man, wins it, wouldn't he