The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-12-03

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ing him that there are some little Incl
dentals that must be met. Of course. he
wants to know what has become of the
regular allowance; if you have nerve
enough to tell him. there is likely to be a
painful scene But what is he to doc He
pay up and things run along smoothly IN
I'll the next time
The smoke of the pipes and cigarettes
fairly obscured the table; the men gath
cred closer around; the little rafting ball
continued its mOnotOnOuS circling; heads
began to ache; there was a cold glitter in
many an eye; the excitement threw at
least one man in a fevcrish state. for
directly he passed his hand mechanically
over his brow, and said:
For Gods sake, why doesn't someone
open the window"
Harvard, unlike, Yale, is a place of
cliques and clubs. There is fat, red
book in almost every fellows room-the
students are fellows as often as they
are men Should you ask "Who is
sawyer the Harvard man would tell
his chum to get out the red book, and
upon examining it would reply: Saw
yer, why he is a member of the o. X
club, the l71O's, the Anti-Treating, and the
Crimson -
That settles it-Sawyer is a good fell
low. That fat, red book; how many a
students it has determined with his com
paniOns There are pages, where, it would
be,-indeed, it is, in the college world, at
least, your weight in gold to find
thereon your name enscrolled. Such a
page is the one devoted to the members of
the Pore" or the Pork or again. the
porcelain club" beyond whose closed
doors, there is nothing, to q Harvard
man, that may compare. In vain
knocked at the outer gates of the pore -
That big Milwaukee brick building, just
outside the grounds of the college,
was apparently, untenanted, and
certainly was as quiet as the grave
to all outward appearances. Oc-
casionally a student would come to the
door, ring with a peculiar ring, shake
hands with peculiar mason-like clutch,
and be admitted, while l would be left to
sniff the fresh breeZes on the windy cor
ner. From across the street, the pleasing
picture was revealed to me of good fell
lows, lolling at their ease. in the club
windows, smoking cigarettes and chat
ting gaily enough-and that is all l know
of the famous Pore
Although, as a rule, Hazard fellows are
free and frank to degree, and are
simple and unatfectedly human in their
manners and habits they will, neverthe-
less assume an air of mystery whenever
you ask them of the scope or purposes of
their clubs and cliques. l said to stu
dent say there. tell me something
about the Pore" He dismally shook his
head. Nothing daunted, | went on
''Well then admit me to the Hasty Pud-
ding?n He regarded me a moment, as
though abashed at my mingled stupidity
and candor, then joined :-"They are
clubs; will say no more; you will eX-
cuse me-"
To give a good picture of life at Har-
ward it would be necessary, then, to mas
ter the contents of that formidable red
book! That, in the nature of events,
being impossible, you must accept the
fact, for such it is, that there are here
innumerable rings within rings. Men at
Harvard move in crowds, from the hum
BILE "eating club" to the exclusive Greek
letter societies. If a student has a polo
pony it is because his set have ponies; if
he has a ''T'' cart it is for the same rea-
son; if he spends money it is with his
throng; if he whirls down to Newport,
you may rest assured that he is only one
of a dozen, and that the twelve men all
belong to the same circle, bound together
by ties ineXplicable and indissOluble.
AS i'll Yale, there are about twice as
many students as there are dormitOries,
the result being that the men must, of
necessity, take rooms outside the grounds.
Some of the boys dwell sumptuously in
Claverly hall and in Beck hall, while
others live in private houses, in the or
binary apartments rented by boarding
house keepers, in which there may be an
old stove, china pitcher on n washstand,
an old-fashioned bed and a general air Of
dinginess. At night the wind ratified the
paneS and the rats run in the wall, but no
one needs that; the fire burns brightly
and the lad has a stout heart. 1t must
not be supposed that all the students are
the petted sons of the wealthy and infu-
eutial Far from it. [ had a long talk
with one who has seen many privatiOns in
Harvard; and, were not my lips sealed,
could tell of the sad and dishearteniug
circumstances connected with poor boys
honorable struggles for an education.
This man l found living in a rat
ridden place, such as have Just alluded to.
He is a fine, manly fellow, with free,
open cOuntenance, wholesome manners,
and that imperiOus air Of one born an ar
istOcrat who would rather starVe than
work He has entered into many depart
meuts of college life, athletic. religious
and social, and has been well received
everywhere. Yet he is wretchcdly poor.
He does his own washing. He has a
typewriter, and ekeS out many a chance
dollar by odd Jobs from the merchants,
such as copying, letter writing, etc. In
the evening he acts as an usher in the
tlGater. ana Is mus assured OF small
but constant income. When times are
slack he gets work as a bill poster. He
is cheerful, bright and reasonably happy,
and when ! shook hands with him and
babe him good-by he said, laughingly,
well, we shall meet again, some time,
maybe at the white house, AS he is of
the stuff Of which presidents are made, !
have at least hopes that his saying will
come to pass.
The grandeur, the exclusiveness of
Claverly Hall, finds its converse in the
humble homes of many a poor student, in
circumstances much akin TO those of the
brave boy to whom l have just referred,
of whom clinging memories will endure
these many days to come. There is a
story that Frank Bolles, secretary of
Harvard. likes to tell, as to student eX
penses, offsetting the popular notion that
Harvard is rich mans college" 1t is
a rich mans college to those who have
wealth, and many such there be within
its classic halls. But that poor boy has
a chance there, MIR. Bolles is fully con
winged The most striking case under his
observation he gives as follows:
Il will tc YOU the facts about a student
who graduated here, with honor, re-
Gently" said the Harvard secretary.
Here is the written testimony of the
man himself. l will read it to you; the
student says:
81 entered Harvard with so poor a
record that ! received the maximum of
conditions. Prof Briggs afterward told