Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-01-05

When he opened the door Of his room,
Monk" Laws, his roommate, was already pre-
pairing for bed. Monk was . thin, dark-haired
boy. sober-minded and thoughtful, and old for
his age. He was the school genius in chemistry
and mathematics but he refused to take such
things as history and English seriously so that
often he was close to failure in those subjects.
Hi. Monk" said Ken breezily, tossing his hat
upon the study table. "How did you like the
gamer"
Monk turned to face him from the bed.
Mice work. Ken" he said "You certainly
showed up old Grimey Grimes. He looked
pretty sick by comparison
Eyes, and guess he doesn't like It." grinned
Ken. HE was sore as q boil when the coach
sent me in"
'WeI, you can't blame him much" said
Monk thoughtfully. after all, he's captain"
Eyes, but he oughtnt to be-" exploded Ken.
why they ever elected him Is more than can
see."
"I guess most Of the fellows feel as you do"
agreed Monk. And I've heard there was some
thing sort Of crooked about the election.
Orkney never has been popular, but he had the
school pretty well scared Of him, and he man
aged to be elected. You could see that every
body was tickled pink when you replaced him
tonight. Boy. you certainly always have the
crowd with you. How do you do it?"
"Oh, it's just my sweet disposition" said Ken
with . grin. Ken loved praise, but he was not
Objectionable about it.
Seriously though" went on Monk, scratch
ing his arm with great show Of elaboration,
you seem to be n natural born winner I've
never seen q fellow who got everything handed
to him On q platter Ike you do. Understand,
I'm not saying you don't deserve It. But look
what you've done. You transferred to Faraday
just this year as junior and already you're one
You never study. but you knock all your classes
for high grades. You 60 out for the basket bah
team and the first thing we know you beat
the captain out Of his position. And you've
got everybody roofing for you, no matter what
you do. Some recordl"
Jaw, quit it," said Ken with o wave Of his
hand. you'll be giving me . swelled head"
mo-" replied Monk you're not the kind Of
fellow that makes fool Of himself that way"
"That way!" repeated Ken. ''Well, how DO I
make q fool Of MYSELF"
you don't, but you might" said Monk ear
nestly. "Tm just wondering, Ken, what you'd
do II things started breaking wrong for you
If you had the crowd hoOting you instead Of
cheering you. Have you ever really had tough
shedding in your whole HEP"
''Why-why. no. don't believe 4 have" adj
mitted Ken. Things have always sort Of
seemed to come my way"
well, that's NICE" said Monk. but you
know some people are great fair-weather
osSAAOxcs 0ub Cuey are no 8OO0 ~ &u Wk1S1 y
storm comes up They break down when the
going gets tough. hope you aren't like that
because some day you1l get your share Of hard
luck. We all do"
"Oh, don't be q croaker," ScOffed Ken, jump
ing into bed.
IAN right" agreed Monk. 81 sure hope you
keep sitting on top Of the world. But don't for
get this hid: you've made an enemy Of Orkney
Grimes and that boy is q good hater."
"Oh. guess can handle him." said Ken,
confidently moment later he was fast
asleep. But Monk lay awake for some time,
thinking. And it was to be only short time
until Ken himself would be remembering very
wildly the conversation he had had with Monk,
and the things his serious-minded roommate
had said to him.
(To Be Continued Next Sunday