Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1920-02-03
EVENING EDITN.
.,,.cun p,ease7 why, ! ~
through college..~..x ,,nm NJ.

~ 80 -. n.ith his handkerchia .sappn
MH VII hadtutors 70 laNA4l ii
So s. 10 ny ssr,sdon1 and attentionto AAls>
.o,w,n 4. Rose, and / never Yy4osss&
"a T. while the rest Of q class "a
al alon9. ~ / got through tne.4l
|iunk sndgswas ready tor c0.ntef
fifteen plus. 50 entered h.ck
fra.tS yam home each day. ma
;shed up the college business. IN
: innisanee and I wanted to gen
ovAr. 70 Il hustled . BIT. b Gas
~, course, YOU know, not the IA
|feastonal. I rrAduAted last sPiilA
i,,st before / met you at. the WeHsA
faHr hour race. You look surprisea1
1I should not have thought ~
soa You didn't suppose | could,
i,surhed at.him. 81 can wien ] nave
70 And studying doesn't hit me very,
hsrd although I'd rather be OUT
oo IA that. exactly. You do not
I1oor H." Gerard said slowly. He
Gould mo- explain the effects he had
seen left BY college life with unlii1-
Iited money at command, or noW ne
u moved by their utter ABSENCE
ne 1.nrr;e saye wa to open 1nirth.
.sVhat q compliment! My word!
Fancy! Well, I. can't help my face;
Anyway, you think 1 look las 4 :
could drive a cAr 80 I'm SATISFIED;
IN Won know" his expression sobereu
Is he leaned forward. ming earnest
eyes 8 II his companions, II would
rather be you. do what you are 40
ing, than be or do anything else IN
the world. OF course ] snan't SET
the chance-probAbly I couldn't 40
the work II I did---but I should love
it," .ag
Gerard actually colored before that
ardent admiration, taken unaware.
"Corrie Rose, YOU are given to the
folly Of hero-worship; and heroes are
few" he accused sterniy.
II don't know about that, Mr.. Ger
ard"
II do. But, Corrie-
Gerard stood up, reaching for his
raincoat.
Reware Of heroine.worship, it is
woman, get on your knees. where you
belong, before 4 grace Of God, but
don't build shrinea to an initiation"
Astonished. Corrie paused, upright
Z, beside the ciderpress, then smiled
with a blending Of pride and serious
e%xAltatipn.
mo hanger Of that. THAT can
never happen to me- he assured
quietly. II am safesuarded from i'm:
itattons, win or lose. I believe, 1t
am given to hero-worship, that Tn
jects for it. = Had enough cider?'
Continued in tomorrow
Evenings Herald.
THE Infer"
Bow down your head. old man,
You, who had dreams OF fame;
You feel the ache as the morning.
break
Dearly you've paid srof each mis-.
Yours was a losing game.
Brood through the night, old man
Where spectral forms prevail;
Where gray ghosts creep in each fit
full sleep, /
Count al YOU, may tho JUMPING
You're quenched for good-in JAIL.
Musing you are, old scout,
On days beyond recall:
The man you'd be- the goal YOU,
Dreaming thessg things that nigh
!:Where crossabafysd shadows sfall.
| E-1a.asa1 Aaxprs
The famins ahuation sin Europi
must be worse than .we thought &C
.cordink to- Z want ad in the L1ondo,
Times" which rays: We are hun
cry for good, secondhand cars
Have you got one:" Ted Robinson
suggests that's we send over q fev
fliyvers to keep them from starving
We are hunched that Mr.. Fam
burg runs a butcher shop on Bath
gate avenue and that Dr.. Ill lis /,
leading physician in Newark.
= ~ e $3.50