Daily Kennebec journal., 1902-11-01

mouth happened to be in the right no.
sition to make noise. II your neigh
Dor liked your song and felt in the
mood for it. he Joined in. And IL you
were talking to your neighbor across
the table when a song began, you
didn't stop-you merely raised your
voice to shout so that your neighbor
could hear.
During a lull. some one. shouted
across the babel, I'VE want Pom Will
liams." This proved a popular cry:s a
minute later 1t was repeated by the
entire room IN hoarse. slow chorus
The object Of this insistent call sat
with two friends in the corner He
looked very much bored and a little
disgusted. The invitation became
more pressing: I'VE must have Pop
Williams" To get him up. his friends
lazily punched and pushed him with
one hand each, while with the other
hand they attended to their beer mugs
and cigarettes. TIE singer protested.
"Oh. Lord, fellows" he said, I've
done this blOomin' stunt every night
for three weeks, and every man in the
college knows it by
"Ple-e-ease, Pop came the chorus,
long-drawn out and beseeching; still
again it came in this form: Nov,
Pop loosen up
| Finally, the singer untwisted his legs
beneath the table, and slowly rose. He
pushed his red-brimmed felt hat on
the side of his head, stuck his hands
in his trousers pockets and began a
series of limericks in an exquisite
tenor voice:
There vas young man from Calcutta
| Who was cursed with a horrible stutter,
One morning he said
| l want some more bread
! And some Observation-Disclosures but butter
The singing was very perfunctory;
and the singer seemed very bored.
Between stanZas. he~sipped his beer,
and once. while keeping his voice
among the high notes, he touched a
walters arm and pointed to his empty
beer mug. s4
AS he sat down, there We're furious
cries of more, more" so he rose
again:
There was young man named Hale,
| Whose face was excessively pale,
| He said: I feel blue;
And so would you, too
If you came from place like old Yale.
| When he finished, there was an
other vociferous demonstration OF
more, more" but the singer merely
looked at his watch, pulled his coat
from a hook and threw it across his
shoulder, dragged his friends from
their chairs, and with them, left the
room. - +.-e- s.......,... -
The babel of shouts. of conversation
of loud calls to the walters, of noisy
greetings to friends coming down the
steps, went on. In n moment, some
one shouted .NVho was George Wash
ington?" And the entire room an
swered in a united voice. beating time
| heavily on the tables with their fist:
and on the floor with their feet:
First in war,
First in peace,
First i'm the hands of the city police.
This proved popular. 1t was suns
again and again; at length however
: it was broken down in the very mid
die by the appearance of grill-roon
favorite, with a friend, at the top O
the steps, When the crowd caugh
: sight of him there We're loud cr'es o
"Oh, Billy Young" "Bille-e-e Young.
, "Oh, you long. lank lobster" and simi
lar affectionate anathema. Thes'
noisy greetings the newcomer received
in the spirit of the crowd. Standing
on the top step he made a mock mill
tary salute. first to one half the room
and then to the other. These acknow
Judgements did not at all interrupt th'
demonstration. "Oh. Billy. give u!
Annie Laurie" cried the crowd
5 Give us 'Gunga Dhin.'" I'VE wan
'Mandalay.'" The object of these at
| tentions came down another step
z sprawled his fingers over his heart am
. made a deep mock bow to one corne
l and threw a mock kiss to another. Fl
3 nally he reached a table where half :
l dozen friends caught him by the arm
l and the coat tails and pulled him to :
5 chair Then they punched him play
fully a few times, pulled off his hat
t mussed his hair and pushed him to hi
: feet again. At length he began t
) sing. He had mobile, actor-like feat
. ures' ard he pulled them into the mos
lugubricus conceivable expression
Then, in a funereal voice, he sang SOM
extraordinarily slow, solemn sounding
? verses, of which the refrain was:
f | won't deny but had a good time;
, But see what's done to me,
So Go-o-o-d-byc, bo-o-o-o-o-Z,
e Good bye. boOz. ,s-E
2 After he had gone through n roper
\ toire of four or five other airs h
!, adroitly escaped the penalty Of hi
: popularity by starting the crowd OF
i the "Vagabondia" drinking song
: Fer it's always fair weather,
| When good fellows are together,
: With a stein on the table, .t'
e And song ringing clear.
Y Finally. somebody glanced at TN
\ clock and cried, Everybody up.
p There was a shuffiing Of feet and snov
r ing of chairs. The crowd rose slowly
. reaching this way and that for hat
= and coats. Spontaneously the forma
: Princeton song (Which marks the en-
of every grillroom evening and Away
a demands bare heads and standing pos
!, ture) rolled out
Tune every heart and every voice,
J. Bid every care withdraw.
t Let every loyal son rejoice,
\ In praise of Old Nassau.
. The crowd surged slowly toward IN
), doors. Every fellow seemed to nav
: his arm about some other fellow
= shoulder, and everybody seemed to o
" ttelling somebody else to come up I
u the room a minute" Singing and mum
-.,r onI Uhisf1inp SnatcheS OF Tn