Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-12-07
=. Incidents Of College Life Wo0en Into
anInteresting Story by a Writer Nezo to
The Stars Sunday Magazine.
Illustrated BY ubert Matthew
Illustrated BY Hubert Matthew.
uS Sunday Magazine.

I'm mighty glad to be here, fellows" Groben
doomed, wringing the nearest hand, mighty
glad. And want to apologize for not getting
around sooner They've had me on the lump
y since I hit this burg, and anyway I didn't
think t'ansfer would be much good around
the frat during rushing season."
Vigorous mods OF assent.
But now see my way clear to being some
help. I'm here, you bet. We may be the baby
chapter out at Mu but we've got the real
loyalty and spirit of Beta XII There's nothing
I wouldn't do for the old frat. When I think
OF what it's meant to me-wel-" He choked
up with sentiment too deep for words.
BY the time Groben reached Duke in his
grip giving he was himself again "Broh
Fletcher, you're the man want to see."
DUKE WINGED, much more from the "b-oh"
than the painfully crushing handshake.
All that gush about the fraternity, the sort of
thing one simply didn't say, and then calling
it the frat" and now "broh" for brother"
YES" Groben continued, that sure was q
sweet dish you had down by the gym this
after" Again Duke WINGED. He had often ap-
piled sweet dish" metaphorically to a pretty
girl himself. but that had been over a year
ago, when sweet dish" was in the full flower
Of undergraduate favor. 1t had probably lust
reached Mariposa, he thought trying not to
understand Groben, who had gone on TO hint
with all the delicacy of an elephant that at
Mariposa the bonds Of brotherhood compelled
generosity in the matter of what he called
knockdowns.
Groben quickly bruised. few more hands
Yes. sir, there isn't anything I wouldn't do
for the old frat" Burly fish thumped into
burly palm. His hearers exchanged harassed
glances. There were knots of freshmen about
the room whose attention was straying oKni-~
nously to the connection at the door. None
TOO soon Duke edged Groben into q little
alcove.
Groben lowered his voice till it had no more
carrying power than stage whisper. "Say"
he Missed, 'are you rushing this fellow Straw
bridge out for crew."
why yes Horatio Whine Cathwalder I'd
spoke up. hes just left here" Horatio Whine
Cathwalder, Sd. grandson OF q founder was q
nondescript little runt with buck teeth, pimples.
and the best intentions in the world
"Oh, my gosh I'm sure sorry! / came round
on purpose to help you get that guy. whens
he coming back?"
Tomorrow after dinner, about $50 or O."
Horatio said helpfully. missing the unanimous
shut-up signal. Poor Horatio! The look in
the senior eyes could only mean that he was
going to get tubbed again, and he wouldn't
understand why
You can count on me. I'll be here with
bells on. can give that fellow few pointers
He's got the makings of sweet oar if he gets
over shooting his tail and snaps into 1t more ON
Grobens eye. you've got no idea what IL
means to get the right catch. We had a bow
man last year came close to losing the inter-
collegiates for us-caught crab.
I'VE got off with the gun, every man together.
1 took 1t up to A and" One of the men
on the outer edge of the circle melted away A
few minutes later with Groben's "At the half
mile" another did likewise Imperceutiblv
the circle crumbled at the edges until at the
almost fatal moment when the bowman caught
the crab, just before the boat went under the
bridge at the three-mile mark, there were only
four listeners left.
We'll. brohs." said Groben, somewhat breath
less after stroking the boat through the final
sprint and snatching victory from Navy by 10
feet, its getting late for me, but I'll be on hand
tomorrow night sure"
An hour later as the door closed on the last
OF the freshmen to leave the weary hosts snap
ped of their smiles with the lights and an odor
Of stale tobacco smoke was all that remained of
the spirit Of hearty good fellowship which had
filled the halls of Beta XII
"Oh, how I'm going to enjoy warming the
behinds OF couple Of those birds!' growled
Duke as he Topped into the big chair in which
for the past four hours freshmen had sat en-
throned. THAT wisecracking spook we're after
because he's the best crew material in the
freshman clasS-its all can do to keen INV
hands on him till the end Of rushing season"
President Edwards, known the campus as
ocanAe anu Witnln the mystic circle as
Brother Grammateus," raped ON the great
stone mantel against which he was relaxing.
All right, brothers." he called commandingly
Let's get along; it's after midnight Meeting
viii come to order. Can the radio Brother
A T the last snap Of the fingers in answer to
roll call Brother Grammateus cleared his
throat and stood erect. Brothers" he be1an
lets make this meeting short and sweet
Report from Brother Rushing Committee"