The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1921-10-04
Home Again!
But Old Grad
Is Saddened
Things Seem So Different
Until He Hears Bag
sh0sC in Action
BY an Old Grad

The smell or burning leaves
Hrtfted across the campus: from the
fnimeu Tower floated the notes
u an old college song and up on
IN stsps Of Philosophy Hail goods
wvrs flirtlng A. in days Of yore.
Back again'
Ths Ola Grad walked up the
nth that used to lead thru the
sswhits columns We love" He had
1une ooms from the lonely spots
Wloro the law school and the
1oxrnalism shack once reared their
teefering. gray walls
0ones Never did he think that
ho would regret those leaky. papier-
mnche piles Of lsth and canvas
nad-syed remnants OF the Aiaska'
Haeffic-Yukon exposition.
How they w~rs cussed on rainy
winter days. when buckets were set
ogound It advantageous places 70
Gn1ch the steady drip-drip from
lonky roofs
Ard the swallows that nesssd
un1er the canvas eAvssl How they
swnrmed over the porchss. chatter
ine bitterly in their swift flights.
Even the swallows had deserted
their immemorial haurts.
Nearly all Of the cid landmarks
M disappeared. and In their place
loouned graceful buildings OF red
bF1ck. mAcking Of q new order,
strangely different from the gro
tsoqus and Oriental structures OF
the older years.
Even the girls had changed, The
on Grad looked In vain for the girls
IN Peter Thompsons. the girls with
JonG. straight dresses. just emerging
into the noble lines Of the hobble
sbirt the girls with their hair piled
high on top Of graceful heads.
Gone. all gone,
In their place were strange crea-
tures who would never have been
permitted on the campus by the
doans Of women Of that more staid
generation.
And yet. they were strangely sas-
elnafing. Younger. seemingly. than
those stately goods that flirted so de-
murely along woodland paths hack
IN the good old days OF the umpity-
Jump class. Almost children, they
appeared TO the Old Grad. High
school girls. Could II Be possible
that he was growing old7
And their hair? What had they
done with their hair? SO many OF
them looked m II they had just es-
capped from the pages OF Murger.
from the Boui' Niche and the Quar-
tier Latin bails'
And ankles! Why IN the old days.
ankies--why. there weren't any
nn1sles! Just a flash Of a lisle stock.
ing ~ Its owner mounted Denny hall
steps.
The new rnce Of goods seemed
younger. more like children. with a
sfraightforward manner and a care
less disregard for the more anti
quased conventions.
Suddenly the Old Grad felt ancient.
Years and years ago. 1t seemed 10
his disordered imagination, he had
attended this institution Of learning.
Now, all was changed. He had re-
turned 10 his Alma Mater to find her
a cheerful young creature in short
skirts and bobbed hair.
His college--his old Alma Mater
was gone. He was a stranger on
the very campus he once called his
owni
Disconsolately the Old Grad wan.
dered over toward the football field.
where the new coach--what was his
name?--was drilling his moIeskin
warriors in the purple dusk.
Suddenly out Of the quiet
peacefulnoss Of the crisp autumn
afternoon. came . voice, bitter,
sneering, filled with unutter-
sbla loathinG and contempt.
Il WAS the now coach addressing
tie heroes that had been chosen
70 fight for Washington.
WHO told you that You could
pasy footbsII?" came tho sneer-
ing, ssr6onic tones. why You
blenlcty. blank mutton-heads,
you ~4S&'V pups, you 'f&?S.o
lanceha1l dummies, You couldn't
play ptnsPong against team Of
nrmIene paper hangers"