River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1897-06-17

thrilling with a new conception of
honor.
Five" said the anarchists drawing
voice, and at intervals that seemed end
less there followed "ten"-"tifteen-
twenty -"
Mr. President" exclaimed a black
eyed, handsome little Philadelphia.
rising from the far corner OF the room,
and fellows. this is all wrong. We
don't want anybody TO leave. II any
body leaves | suppose ! ought TO.
haven't cheated to-day. because-well.
brought the wrong papers! But |
have cheated lots of times, that is, for
freshman. And / apologize. I'm sor-
~. | think Mr.. McRawney is right
about il. a gentleman ought not to
cheat in examinations" lie looked all
around him on the faces of his class
mates. and spoke on:
I'VE can beat these southern colleges
in athletics. but they have some good
ideas, and thirh the class of ninety
/ blank is the class to intro
duce them here. Fellows, L be
lieve the professor will give us
another examination If we ask for
/ il. and if he will, l move you. Mr.. Presi-
dent, that from this time forward the
class of ninety-blank puts itself on its
honor"
He glanced timidly across the room
at me and sat down.
The anarchist pocketed his watch.
us the motion seconded?" he said,
gravely. But all parliamentary de
eorum was lost in a tumult of boyish
clapping, and a dozen freshmen were
on their feet at once, stammering out
confessions and apologies.
The professor made an incoherent
speech, and the next day he gave out
a new Greek paper, so easy, in truth
that even McRawney passed it; and
thus the "honor system" famous
enough row. but suspiciously regarded
then, made its entrance into the old
college, where il has wrought more
miracles than will ever be set down in
print.
As for its foster-father, the anarchist
he dropped around to my rooms few
! weeks later, TO ask what | thought OF
the advisability of his studying modern
Greek at Athens. / replied, somewhat
lightly. that he would doubtless find
il an interesting experience.
Il thought So" he said, simply. 81
reckon I'll go. You you see a man OF
my age gets kind of restless sometimes
here among these boys"
but how can you go?' ventured.
He stretched his big shoulders.
"Oh, that's easy enough" he laughed
Tive made a couple of voyages. And
after I've picked up that modern Greek
professor" he contided, I'm going &c
rush on east and see what it's like
Did you ever read this poem?'
He pulled a tattered newspaper clip
ping from his pocket and passed il
over to me. II was a single stanza
from Kipling's "Mandalay." He muir
INJURED couple of lines of it, lying bach
in my easy-chair, and staring at my
cast of the Olympian-Hermes:
ION the road to Mandalay.
Where the hyin' fishes play,
An the dawn comes up like thunder
Outer China, 'crost the bay!'
Kind of romantic, isn't it?" he de
manded.
An the dawn comes up like thunder
IF old Tom Marshall were alive nov
how he could speak that line, Ell,
That's real poetry; old Homer would
have rolled that out pretty full, too
Well, reckon I'll go in the morning
I'll send you letter from out there"
lie has never sent the letter, but
somewhere tout there" on the road t,
Mandalay have no doubt the innocent
minded, chivalrous-hearted anarchist
may be found at this very hour
Youths Companion.