El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1900-03-05
WH1STLING JACK
He Said a Great Deal Witbout
Speaking a Word.

1 have always thought that the doings
and sayings Of Jack Carlton would I'LL a
! book and make up an interesting volume.
To begin with. Jack is loved by every
! man in the college. No one can resist
his frank, merry manner. unfailing good
humCr and happy face. Even the grim
| professor of mathematics softens a bit
| when listening to Il recitation from Jack.
| Not only do all the boys like him, but
| the girls, wherever he goes, take him
into their good graces. In fact. Jack
! was born with Il gold spoon in his mouth.
! and Dame Fortune has never removed It.
Nevertheless, to be a truthful scribe L
must state that Jack has one very an
noying popularity. He whistles.
| To be sure, whistling in its proper
place is very well, but whistling from
daybreak until late at night, whistling on
every occasion, whether special or other
wise. always and everlastingly whistiing.
| grows tiresOme at times, to say the least.
| AS Jacks chum and roommate. l have
| manfully endured more than many peo-
pie would believe of me, and have even
| taken a sort of pleasure in analyzing
Jacks mind by his whistle.
| Jacks list of songs is of great variety,
embracing nearly everything from street
songs and light opera to classic gems
One is as good the other to him. and
frequently he shocks the ears of q cul-
tured listener with his distorted version
of n favorite classic.
AS l sat in our den one afternoon
studying deep problems in political econ
omy l heard Jack coming up the stairs,
chee-fully whistling ''All Coons Look
Alike to Me"
The song is old, but Jack always rem
ders it as if it were something quite new
and wonderful. He entered the room
with cheerful Hello, old man; how
are you? Come, put the old book away
and trot over the links with me-" Jacks
enthusiasm for golf was contagious. and
his Invitation welcome. but l resisted,
and he left little disappointed, bat
carelessly whiStling the refrain, That
Naughty Little, Saucy Little Gay Gold
Ball.
He returned late, coming up stairs two
steps at n time loudly whistling There's
Only One Girl In the World For Me-"
He burst into the room and, seeing L was
still there, stopped his song suddenly.
''Well,' 1 exclaimed, cit is refreshing
to know that now all coons do not look
alike to you, SO you have met her at
lastw
Jack had been worshiping a certain
young lady for long time, and l was
delighted to know that he had at last
met the STAR at golf playing. During
the last two years Jack had had several
World For Me-" but he had been 81
lent and unsociable in this last affair that
I feared it was indeed serious.
My fears were not quoted during the
following days. The songs which L
heard most of the time were Il Love
Thee. I Adore Thee" or "'Tis With
Love, True Love, Undying.'
The next week they were not of such
a cheerful cast. Once or twice, in mo-
ments of discoura cement, l even heard
the hymn, "On Jordan's Stormy Banks
l Stand" Jack would say nothing, but
I obtained a good insight into the state
of affairs from the type of songs which
prevailed.
One memorable night, after Jack had
tied his cravat 16 times to the tune of
''Oh, Promise Me- he pressed my hand
on going out. with a low ''Wish me sue
cess old boy. I'm going to do or die!''
That evening l could not study. My
thoughts were with Jack. How l want
ed him to be successful! Yet it was hard
to give him up to the girl, who had
been his dearest friend for years.
About II o'clock he returned. l knew
by his glorifed 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 mine. She's
mine,'' l congratulated him heartily.
and then Jack told me about the wonder
full woman who had promised to be his
wife.
Jacks wooing seemed to progress
smoothly after that. The Sweetest
Story Ever Told" and songs of a similar
nature reigned supreme. We gave a
bachelor party in our den, and, with
the help of Il couple of chaperons, enter
tanned ''the STAR and her friends.
Needless to say, l thoroughly approved
of Jacks choice.
Then came a sad. sad day. Jack re-
turned from call trying to whistle in
differently Il Want Dem Presents
Back but it soon changed to the
mOurnful tune of "Forsaken."
No need TO ask what the trouble was.
They had quarreled. For a day Jack
was studious. He pored over his for
merly deserted books and evidently had
decided to lead a Students life. He tried
to make me think he didn't care and
whistled loudly about Hot Time In
the Old Town" or college songs, but
Jack was miserable, and we all knew it.
One evening. about a week after the
quarrel. Jack could apparently endure it
no longer. He had given us The Banks
of the Wabash rather disconsolately,
and as he departed he sang 'Just Break
the News to Mother with such express
sion that l ran after him, eXclaiming:
"Jacll. don't be rash now, old fellow. 1t
will all come out right"
1 expected he would return feeling bet
ter, as he usually did, after wandering
up and down the street in front of ''her''
house, but l was not prepared for the
change in him when he came back. The
happy expression was on his face once
more, and Jack war his old self She's
not mad now" he cried. land you Will
be my best man a month from today"
and he retired. softly whistling Faithful