The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-01-27

had been a prom girl in her lighter days. and wished behold those again. The frs evening of their visit, Mr. Dniwiddie was packed to the Club to meet people. with strict orders early. Mrs Dinwiddie with Lucy and the girls to musicale.
 At seven minutes past one the next morning MT Dinwiddfe 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. littIe lateCoonal houses; the right rise clinlike, the long. red. many-windowed walls of University Dormitory. Mrs. Dnwddie's sisters husbands house was the hfth-a thin. ashamed house. with front yard Let it be understood past question that in spite of the hour. MT. Dinwiddie profoundly sober. He not feeling well, because he had been drinking horses necks while the other drank BIaek-and White highba1ls; and he had conscientiously kept even and five bottles of ginger ale at sitting is a strain.
 Nr pinwiddie found the fifth house, verified the number. looked his watch, went through the gate sidewise. sigh relief rang the bell. He glanced at the dormttory and 9 vague thought sntffed at the skirts of his mind thought which. had MT. Dinwiddie been Wordsworth would resulted in the sonnet Westminster Bridge. sighed and pushed the button again An aching stiffness followed. 4 cab clacked down Alden Street and lumbered out of hearing. ~ Mr Dinwiddies hardened. He leaned long against the button could fantly hear the queruloua voice of the bell He listened until his pulses were as the thread of nultitudes hurrying to open the door. Still held the hollow hush Had MT. Dnwiddie been a scholar he might have reflected that the Greeks primitive peoples generally have been quite in locating the seat of the tons Instead of phiIosophizing. he groaned gently and alternated his belIringing with tentative batterings at the door it seemed must arouse the neighborhood. Glen is inured nocturnal noises. and all it's mighty continued still Mr. Dinwiddie desisted, listened at the keyhole- D1i1o Tr13a a%a1 walk and called his wife's aloud in Che public street Mary" walled MT. Dinwiddie "oh, Mary! Let in!"
 Across the way restless Sophomore with a headache heard that vail and rose. Leaning half out of his window. he contemplated the sere nader
 Mary! Mary! Open the doorI"
 The Sophomore reached for the water-bottie on his window-siIl. uncorked it. and slowly drank pint. Then he wetted his head. Then he leaned out again. Then he chuckled. Other students awoke and aroused their roommates. The invoca- tions in the street gained volume The psychic sense of something doing pervaded the dormitory. Presently every window held or two mist-VEhite wraiths. observant, grinning. handful Of matches spattered the sidewalk raising little pale flames. A cried, "Fire!" and the multitudinous rnent became audible. MT. Dinwiddie started and grew hot. hair itched. He was desperate
 Mary! Mary! Let me in! It's Tits Arthur" The Sophomore nearly threw himself past his bal Now. then, fellows. all together! Three hundred pairs sturdy lungs filled at the word. Are you ready? One. two" -
 "oH MARY! sTICK-YoUR-HEAD-oUT-oF WINDOW!!"
 Mr. Dinwiddie nearly tainted with shame and rage. His heart was alternate and ice. shook his thin fists overhead and demonstrated passionataly. But by this time foghorn would have been inaudt- ble The strains of Don't you I'm lonely?" Ht one end of the building contended with hastily extemporized version of Everybody Works but Arthur" at the other The splatter of matches incessant All the noisy domestic animals were initiated at One firing blank cartridges another displaying his ignorance os the bugIe; flaming newspapers. floating earthwaT6 ar sticking among t&e telephone wires. cast grue some light over And from upper win dow a stentorian wretch with a megaphone turing Mary by all known gods of classic and mod ern times to cut pounding her ear and produce poor Arthur's nightie
 s'Cent1emen! Confinement" shrieked Mir Dinwtddit in a nnonentary Hull, consider! How can you
 Bottle night!" roared senior. And immediately every man in the building hurled his water-bottlt vashbow1 and pitcher. Broken glass sIithered +be stones bottles rang and clashed pitchers popped xrasbhovvls boomed. And amid the scattering oi tbe last ammunition the Dormttory chanted with one organ-voice: