The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1900-05-11
WRESTLING JACK.

To begin with Jack is loved by
every man in the college. No one can
insist his frank, merry manner, unfail.
ing good humor and happy face Even
the grim professor of mathematics
softens a bit when listening to a reci-
tation from Jack.
Not only do all the boys like him,
but the girls, wherever he goes, take
him into their good graces.
Nevertheless, must state Jack has
one very annoying popularity He
whistles.
To be sure. whistling in its proper
place is very well, but whistlng from
daybreak until late at night, whistling
on every occasion, whether special or
ot.c.vi:e, always and everlastingly
VII & inE, grew tiresome at times, to
y tie least.
A. J. ck's chum and roommate |
haze manidlly endured more than
NY Teople would believe of me. and
have even taken a sort of pleasure in
analyzing Jacks mind by his whistle.
DARING the last two years Jack had
had several attacks of There's Only
One Girl in This World for Me-" but
he had been so silent and unsociable
III a recent affair of the golf links that
feared that it was indeed serious.
The songs that | heard most of the
time were 81 Love Thee Adore
Thee or "'Tis With Love. True
Love, Undying."
The next week they were not of
such cheerful caste Once or twice
in moments of disbursement, l even
heard the hymn, "On Jordan's Stormy
Banks l Stand"
One memorable night, after Jack
had tied his cravat fifteen times to
the tune of 20 Promise Me" he press.
| ed my hand, on going out, with a low
"Wish me success, old boy. I'm going
to do or die!"
About IL o'clock he returned. |
knew by his glorified face the minute
saw him that he had won her. For
once he was too happy to whistle He
knew no song to express his joy. He
shook my hand, exclaiming, She's
minei She's mine!" | congratulated
him heartily and quickly, and then
Jack told me about the wonderful
woman who had promised to become
his wife.
Jacks wooing seemed to progress
smoothly after that. THE Sweetest
Story Ever Told" and songs of a sim.
liar nature reigned supreme. We gave
bachelor party" in our den, and
with the help of couple of chaperons
entertained "the star" and her friends.
Needless to say, 1 thoroughly ap.
proved of Jacks choice.
Then came sad, sad day. Jack re
turned from call, trying to whistle
indifferently, Want Dem Presents
Back" but it soon changed to the
mournful tune of "Forsaken."
No need to ask what the trouble
was. They had quarrelled. For day
Jack was studious. He pored over his
formerly deserted books, and evident
ly had decided to lead students
| life. He evidently tried to make me
think he didn't care, and whistlet
loudly about "a Hot Time in the Ole
Town." or college songs, but Jack wa.
miserable, and we all knew it.
One evening about a week after
the quarrel Jack could apparently en-
dure 1t no longer. He had given u.
"The Banks of the Wabash" rather
disconsolately, and as he departed he
whistled Gust Break the News t
Mother" with such expression that
ran after him exclaiming, Jack, dom
be rash, old fellow. 1t will all come
out all right"
l expected he would return feelins
better, as he usually did, after wan
dering up and down the street in front
of "her" house, but l was not pre-
pared for the change in him when he
came back. The happy expression
was on his face once more, and Jack
was his old self. She's not mad now,
he cried, "and you will be my best
man month from to-day" and he re
tired softly whistling, Faithful and
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