The Press., 1894-06-07
THE YALE GRADUATE.

They were old friends, and had not seen each other for two years. When the class of '0e received its diploma from Yale these two young men were among the number who made their best bows and received their sheepskins. On one of the lounges in the Fifth Avenue Hotel corridor they were going over old times. Sam Wardwell was Missourian, Fred Westgate New Yorker.
 "By the way" said the former, "what became of Harold Rand, the pale blonde, who used to write verse and sing ballads for the boys? Did he go back to Bos- ton?"
 "Yes, indeed; but he came to New York about six months ago, with his wife and baby"
 4tWell, go on. Where is he now? always liked Randy. Tell me about him."
 t'Rand was in our office one day about two months after he. came to the city, and confessed he was broke. He said I was the only, one he knew at all intimately, and asked me to, loan him a couple of hundred dollars. He said he'd tried to get work-bookk teaching, elocu- .tion, music, journalism-he pulled all these strings, and---well, to cut 1t short, his landlord set his furniture out on the walk one morning."
 "What! And didn't you lend him a ! hand ?" .sHard up myself, ," muttered Westgate, half apologetically.
 IA distant relative in the city gave them shelter for 8 few weeks, until final ly Randy struck a job"
 "At what?" -. 1 'Tending bar" .....g
 "Well, for heavens sake!" said the l Missourian.
 l .Yes; he went one day up to the Ten derloin district and hunted up Barney McSwat, the big liquor dealer and politi-
 tion, and told him he was without money l and friends to help him. He told him l, his wife and baby were hungry, and that
 he would do anything in. the world to
 make living for them. ,.McSwat took
 him down to one of his liquor saloons and
 put him at work. That was three or four
 months ago. Now he's MoSwat's mana ger, and making plenty of, money"
 "But think-think of the disgrace to
 the class and his own humiliation!" ex- claimed Wardwell, vehemently. } ssYes, know, A number of Yale men } put their heads together and got him 8
 clerkship in downtown office. We wait ]. ed on him and offered him the place. He gave us a very chilly reception. He told } us that 8 few weeks before he had gone } to some of us. and told us. of his, plight He reminded us that he had come to us Ipleadingly, and that we had sent him } away empty handed. He said he had en- dured living death, watching his wife
 and baby suffer for the necessities of life. !, Finally he declared that our mission to him was not prompted by true manlincss,
 but by desire to relieve the class of the
 stigma of having him as a member. He said he had lost his pride, and despised
 us for withholding our aid till 1t was too late. He declared he would remain with
 McSwat, who was the only man with the
 heart of g true gentleman he had met In !, New York, and then he astopished us by
 requesting us to chase ourselves out of i, his place if we didn't want to buy ,liquor. , 1 I think his sbouncer' would have escorted ] us if we hadn't hurried. Wasn't 1t sim. 2 ply disgraceful and outrageous soR his , part?" exclaimed Westgate, hotly. ' No, blast you; he served you just right" said the Missourian, angrily. Tho blonde faced Yale poet of the class of s92 is now a tammany general commit lteeman, and is making a fortune. \.