The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-04-22
CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER TWO
NTOW being run down by an
~ automobile on Grand street,
between LeavenwOrth and Bank, is
no distinction, and to save the
tragic incident from the common
place, it is necessary at this point
to learn something about that ex-
ceptionally long and yellow road
Ster, and a good deal more about
the handsome young man encased
in raccoOn behind the wheel.
If you were among the mourners
at the Yale-Harvard game last
November. you will recall the spec
tacular end run made by Calkman.
They printed pictures of the hand
some brute i'll every newspaper in
the country and pointed out that
Yale would have gotten a worse
drubbing if it hadn't been for his
quick head-work, his fast leg work,
and his amazing stiff-arm work.
We find Robert Henley Calkman
III several months after that
memorable holocaust, walking the
floor of his room in Hardness hall.
Stretched on the bed. hands under
his head gazing at the ceiling, was
George NIacKray.
Strange. old man." George was
saying, but I have vague recol-
lection of your saying that you
were to take me to Waterbury with
you this afternoon. Forgot to tell
Marjorie you were to bring me
along?"
Robert the Third continued to
pace the floor. Occasionally he
stopped before the mirror to jerk
at his black bow tie. Handsome?
Oh, girlsl
ooh. don't bother to explain"
George went on, still inspecting the
ceiling Its quite all right, I'm sure.
And now that you've apologized,
what's chawing at your vitals?"
Robert came to a stop, legs apart,
hands in his pockets. Hope you
won't mind. George. but well,
things are serious. You understand
I'm
"Oh, it's all right, George
drawled. Il hadn't any idea you
were Just getting around to a pro-
posal, old top Fact is, l wonder
Marjorie didn't pop the question
herself after the Harvard game"
He put up both legs quickly to
stop a speeding magazine.
Good Lord, but you're sensitive.
Fortunes of war, Bob; we can't
have everything, you know. But
didn't Harvard have rotten team!
IF you ever mention that game
again." declared Robert the Third
Il a loud voice, "TlI-TIl report you
o Tad Jones. Are you lying on my
lat?"
George suddenly sat up. L say,
nut you're feverish. You don't think
Marjorie would turn you down, do
ou?"
How do I know?" Robert de-
landed. shes been going to
God deal of trouble of late to let
re know there's some mad compe-
!tion. Young broker or something
" the kind" He shook himself
ato a--must We say it?-raccoon
cat. I'll be back early, George.
lot TO study for that darned exam
0morrow.'
And then he walked out into the
all and down the stairs and few
minutes later was stuffing himself
nto an exceptionally long and yell
.ow roadster.
An exceptionally long and yellow
1oadster. So =? We are on the
right track, Watson.
THE passenger list of the May
l. flower included a Calkman.
This fact was revealed a good many
years later by a descendant who
went in for aristocracy with both
feet and got his wife in the D. A. R.
But having got her in, he died
without knowing what TO do about
IT,
This descendants son was the
first Robert Henley Calkman. who
realized HIS fathers mistake and
decided to sacrifice responsibility
and go to work.