The Spectator., 1914-12-18

TY &uN ner table, Professor Parr Gl--rDS said l looked like a col
 lege man, and all the fel- lows said I mad changed q great deal since September
 George had just arrived few hours before for his first vacation back from college He had indeed, been very anxious to get home again ameng his old friends. The weary hours on the train he had whiled away by telling the other boys about all the dances he was going to at tend with Dorothy Smyth, some classy girl from Bryn Mawr."
 In the course of the dinner Doctor Porter could not but take down his son a little. The all-important fra ternity man was roasted considerably for his overbearing manner. However, George took it all with the stole dig nity of the captain of the freshman football team. AS a matter of fact dad sank considerably in his sons estimation.
 After dinner Georges older sister Mary asked him whether he was go- ing to call up Dorothy for the Christ mas dance at the Hadley's.
 "Aw, pshaw, here a fellow works his head off at school" said George In his best blase. he comes home for little rest, and then you expect him to dance. And half the girls at school have it on Dorothy anyhow"
 What are you going to give her for Christmas?" said Mary, hiding smile, for she knew just how George felt about Doroth5
 Gee I never thought about that; and I've but ten cents to my name"
 This last statement showed just fraternity brothers the last days be- fore vacation.
 Make it c. o. D., Georgie. Call on dad; he'll give all you'll need"
 Not on your life" came back George, "a college man must be able to shift for himself Why, half the fellows work their way. I'll go out to earn the money myself tomorrow. Besides. I've been roasted enough"
 True to his word George Porter was out early the next morning looking for remunerative toll. A window-card In a large cafeteria, Help Wanted arrested his attention. He strolled up to the fat proprietor, seated behind the cash register, and honored him by offering him a college mans services,
 Any experience in the kitchen?" he was asked.
 In spite of the fact that the total of Georges kitchen experience con- sisted of a few evenings fudge-mak- ing at Dorothy's, he said boldly, q sure have"
 "Where?"
 This confused him little. "Aw- er-at a friends last winter"
 So you've been at Friends cafe? Well, I'll take you, A dollar and half a day and meals. Just go to the kitchen and get white coat"
 George had bluffed and he was go- ing to make good the bluff He rushed around at great speed send ing the soiled dishes to the kitchen. Accidently he picked up half piece of lemon pie the owner of which had just gone to the ice water faucet to replenish her glass. Wait a minute with my pie, if you please" said the old maid victim of Georges zeal. No, won't take anything back out of the mess on your tray, either. You go and get me another at your expense"
 The hero of many a football battle here showed yellow streak He bought the pie for the injured guest ! Probably due to his anger over the old hem he next scattered the silver all over the floor Without the least thought of sanitation he replaced 1t on the stand Suddenly the boss told him to carry all the silver to the kitchen to have 1t washed. Here the angry Irish cook gave him a hot re- ception. Why didn't you just take it to the kitchen and back. The guests would have thought 1t was clean, but now they kicked to the boss. Take boy, he has no idea of cleanliness"
 Christmas shoppers coming into the cafeteria reminded George of his gift. One dollar-fifty was not much, but he would not ask dad for more under any consideration Finally he decided on something that has been the last re- source of many young mana box | of candy.
 whole day with soiled dishes, | half-consumed food, and scolding was bad enough. but the worst came when | two of Georges pals came in during the afternoon. Like maiden sur prised at her dip at the spring, | George went into hiding, The man ager happened to see him ducking behind the counter, and asked him. what ailed him
 "Pst, don't let them see mel" said | George
 Who? Are the police after ye?" said the manager and grabbed him by | fha