The Salt Lake herald-Republican. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1909-1918, 1909-11-21

had been prom girl in her lighter days, and
wished to behold those scenes again The first
evening of their visit, Mr.. Diniwiddie was paeksd
off to the Club to meet people, with strict orders
not to come home too early Mrs. Dinwiddie went
with Lucy and the girls to a musicale.
At seven minutes past one the next morning Mr..
Dnwiddie picked his way daintily across Alden
Street and turned down Glen Street to his tenn.
porary home The left side of Glen Street is lined
by dry. little lateCoonia houses; the right RISE
clif-lke. the long. red. many-windowed walls OF a
University Dormitory Mrs Dinwiddie's sisters
husbands house was the hfth-a thin. ashamed
house, with concrete urns in the front yard. Let
1t be understood past question that spite of the
hour Mr.. Dinwiddie profoundly sober. He was
not feeling very well, because he had been drinking
horses necks while the other men drank Black-and
White highballs; and he had conscientiously kept
even-and five bottles of ginger ale at a sitting is
a strain
Mir. Dinwiddie found the fifth house verified the
number, looked at his silver watch, went through
the gate sidewise and with sigh of relief the
bell. He glanced across at the dOrmitory and
vague thought shifted at the skirts Of his mind-a
thought which, had Mr.. Dinwiddie been Wordsworth
would have resulted In the sonnet Westminster
Bridge He sighed and pushed the button again
An aching stiffness followed cab ciacked down
Alden Street and numbered out of hearing. Mr.
Dinwiddie's face hardened He leaned long against
the button until he could family hear the querulous
voice of the bell He listened until his pulses
were as the thread Of multtudes hurrying to open
the door. Still held the hollow hush Had Mr.
D,nwiddie been scholar he might have reflected
that the Greeks and primitive peoples generally have
been quite correct in locating the seat Of the emo
tons Instead of philosophizing he grosned gently
and aternated his belIringing with such tentative
gatherings at the door it seemed must the
neighborhood But Glen Street is Injured to nocturnal
noises, and all its mighty heart continued lie STILL
Mr.. Dinwiddie desisted, listened at the keyhole -
then delicacy abdcated. He retreated to the side
walk and called his wfe's aloud in the public
street Mary" walled Mr.. Dinwiddie. "Oh, Mary!
Let me in"
Across the way restless Sophomore with a
headache heard that wall and rose. Leaning half
way out Of his window, he contemplated the sere-
nader.
Mary! Mary! Open the door!"
The Sophomore reached for the waterbottIe on
his window-sill, uncorked it, and slowly drank one
pint Then he wetted his head. Then he leaned
out again. Then he chuckled. Other students
awoke and aroused their roommates. The invoca,
tons in the street gained volume. The psychic
sense of something doing pervaded the dormtory.
Presently every window held two mistwhite
wraiths, observant grinning. A handful Of matches
spattered the sidewalk raising little pale flames
A voice cried, "Fire!" and the muttudinous amuse-
ment became audible. Mr.. Dinwiddie started and
grew hot His hair itched. He was desperate
Mary! Mary! Let me in! It's Its ArthurlH
The Sophomore nearly threw himself past his bal
ance. Nov. then. fellows all togetherl" Three
hundred pairs of sturdy lungs filed at the word
Are you ready? One two" -
ooh, MARY! sTICK-YoUR-HEAD-oUTo
WINDOW!!"
Mr. Dinwiddie nearly tainted with shame and rage
His heart was alternate flame and ice. He shook his
thin fists overhead and demonstrated passionateiy.
But by this time foghorn would have been maud.
bIe The strains of Don't you see I'm lonelyT" at
one end of the building contended with hastily
extemporized version of Everybody Works but
Arthur" at the other. The splatter of matches was
incessant. All the more noisy domestic animals
were initiated at once One firing blank
cartridges lother was displaying his ignorance of
the bugle; flaming newspapers, floating earthward
or sticking among the telephone wires cast gFus-
some light over the scene. And from an upper win.
dow stentorian wretch with a negaphone was con.
juring Mary by all known gods Of classic and mod
ern times to cut OUT pounding her ear and produce
poor Arthur's nightie.
Gentlemen! Gentlemen" shrieked Mr. Dinwiddie
in momentary lull consider! How can you"
Bottle night" reared senior. And Immediately
every man in the building hurled his water-bottle
crashing into the street. and followed It with his
washbowl and pitcher. Broken glass slthered over
the stones bottles rang and clashed, pitchers popped
uashbowls doomed And amid the scattering fire Of
the last ammunition the DormitoTy chanted with
one organ-yoiee;
"Aint dat shame