The San Francisco call and post., 1913-12-13
:: Their Married Life ::
Helen Is an Unwilling Witness to the "Horsing"
of Princeton Freshman
By MABEL HERBERT URNER

w as a boy came through the
train shouting. SHOW your
eoiors: Here's your Harvard Prince
ton pennants.'
oh no, I'd feel so foolish carrying
one of those" protested Helen.
Can't go to football game with
out showing some enthusiasm and
Mr.. Stevens. who was in the seat
ahead of them. bought some small
Princeton tigers and couple of yell
low pennants.
Reluctantly Helen followed Mrs.
Stevens example and pinned one OF
the tigers on her coat. Almost every
one in the car was wearing them,
yet the glaring emblem. in which
Helen felt she had no part made her
feel conspicuous and self conscious
They run these special trains
pretty fast" Mr.. stevens glanced at
his watch. Wen have time to see
Bob's room before the game"
Helen had never seen either a foot
ball bame or a college boys room
and now the day held for her both
these allurements.
Mr.. Stevens, whose nephew was a
Junior at Princeton. had insisted that
they all go down for the game, and
had secured tickets on the Princeton
club special
The conductor now came through
shouting Princeton" and there was
a general preparatory stir of getting
into wraps. Even before the train
slowed up every one was standing inn
patiently in the aisle.
Outside on the platform was great
crowd of students in their slouch hats
and yellow oil raincoats.
"Oh. Wen never see Bob in all that
crowd" complained Mrs, Stevens as
they pushed their way out
BOB SEES THEM
But Bob" tall, athletic youth.
for already he was elbowing his way
toward them.
There was a moment of cordial
greeting, and Helen WINGED from the
hearty hand shakes which dug her
rings into her fingers as she was in
troduced to Mr.. Stevens nephew and
his roommate. George Stoddard.
In spite of the threatening rain
everybody had turned out for the big
game. The streets were crowded with
mud spattered touring cars. Harvard
and Princeton colors huttered every
where and a festive holiday atmos-
phere was in the air.
As they made their way up to the
college grounds the boys entertained
them with enthusiastic accounts of the
players. the crowd and the all absorb
ing question OF dry field.
It's in fine shape now-we've got
it covered with straw. II only the rain
holds on"
Under the impressive Blair arch.
they strolled up the winding graveled
path across the campus to one of the
gray stone dormitories.
As they entered the hall Bob ran
ahead with an apologetic:
IF you'll wait here just moment,
I'll make sure the place is present
able" and he darted up three steps
at time
The stairs were uncarpeted and
tracked with mud. but the room they
entered was most cheerful and COM
Portable.
While the others went first to the
window to admire the view of the
campus, Helen took in every detail of
the furnishings. She felt instinct
lively that 1t was typical college
boys room.
The mission furniture. which she
had always disliked. seemed appropri-
ate here. There was a large center
table strewn with books and maga-
zines. several strong leather seated
chairs, and big comfortable couch
piled with pillows.
COLLEGE DECORATIONS
The walls. papered in plain dark
red, were covered with college PEN
nants, photograph and sketches. In
one corner stood a banjo, couple of
tennis rackets, some golf sticks and
a pair of dumbbelIs.
What HAVE you done to your
lights?" demanded Mrs. Stevens,
glancing at the chandelier whose four
lights, with their funnel-shaped green
shades had been turned upward to
the ceiling.
Everybody laughed at the comical.
almost dissipated air the inverted
shades gave to the said chandelier.
I'VE turned them up the other
night when we had a party. You