Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-01-03
OW and sweet, the familiar old
air drifted up from the campus
to where Larry Weston had
achieved the solitude he sought.

air uIlIIeu up from the
to where Larry Weston had
~ achieved the solitude he sought.
They We're singing Lowell
Forever" and though the words were
indistinguishable TO his ear, his mind
supplied them with subconsciouS pre-
cision; the swan song of the seniors,
sung with their caps in their hands
their inspired young faces lifted to the
soft June stars.
In 1916, as a senior, his voice had
blended with the rest. In 1916-a
night heady with lights and music and
laughter night on which the grads
might recapture their youth. Men OF
all ages, acting and feeling incredibly
boyish. But Larry stood alone, hands
thrust into his pockets and bitter
smile twisting his lips. SO it was
that Judy Sears discovered him.
OF course she knew he would
neither remember nor recognize her
she had been but f. the last and only
time he had ever seen her. At Il
there hadn't been so very much OF
Judy, but what there had been had
run mostly to legs and arms. She had
seemed incredibly well supplied with
them then-and quite conscious of the
fact herself.
This had been Larry's first impress
sion of her. 1t would have remained
his only one had not Dicky Smith
poked him and, indicating the limou-
sine of power and price in which she
sat-it shone with much brass work.
rs was the fashion in 1916-said: See
that chariot of gold over there-the
one with the kid in it? That belongs
to Johnny Sears. Think We'll ever
come back to class day in anything
like that"
n;o1- l,nI
been seniors then. Big men in a
never achieves national pre- Stige until
suddenly a little group of athletic
stars causes it to flash brilliantly in
the foot ball armament. They had
had such a group that wear.
The eleven, on which Larry had
PLAYED right half, had beaten Harvard.
to- 0. Editors of the sporting pages
began to anticipate scores such as
this.
Lowell, 81; Amherst, 0.
Lowell, 46; Wesleyan, 8.
Lowell, 13; Dartmouth, II.
Larry was first marshal of his class
that year. Dicky Smith, varsity quar-
ter and catcher and captain OF the
nine, for which Larry had pitched, had
been the second marshal.
That was their big hour. They felt
it. Yet something had stirred, hall
anticipatory. half apprehensive, as
they took in Johnny Sears limousine.
Every Lowell man knew Johnny
Sears. He was not only one of Low
ellis legendary athletes, but he was
Lowell's only millionaire. In 1916 he
had yet to see 40, but he was already
a member of one of the worlds noted
banking firms.
The kid in Johnny Sears chariot,
Larry had realized. must be Johnny's
daughter. 1t was as such that he had
accorded her a second glance. He had
seen that she not only had the extrem-
tiles of a baby calf, but that her nose
was freckled and her mouth too big.
For the rest, her hair was obviously
Fed-and bobbed.
But that had been in 1916. In 1924
Eight years. No more than
an infinitesimal moment, as a scien-
fist computes time. But as a man
reckons existence it remains a not in
considerable span. In it much can be
achieved-or not. Men who were out
standing in college can sink into OBJ
security. Ugly little girls of II can
if you believe all you read-become
miracles of loneliness.
y X x X
OF his own volition Larry would not
~ have returned to Lowell had he
not encountered Dicky Smith in New
York. The latter took it for granted
that Larry would want to go back for
class day. You won't know the old
place." he had added. .All under new
management. Johnny Sears is presi-
dent now, you know. He's out to get
ten million for Lowell. and believe me
he will. Better conceal your assets
before Johnny gets you. He's got
most of the alumni on the verge of
bankruptcy. I've envted you way off
in China"
Il get mail even there" Larry had
cut in with a transient grin.
The grin had been reminiscent of
the Larry of other days and 1t had
made Dicky realize suddenly some
subtle change the years had wrought.
He had given Larry a swift, keen
glance. He found him lean and 1.-THE.