Evening star., 1933-01-22

well you won't have to feel that way again
ever" He paused for emphasis. I'm get out
Of the way, gladly"
well. thank goodness!" she said witherinsiy,
II hope you don't expect me to burst into tears"
They were both angry. In Anselas. cheeks
were two vivid pink spots. a.
VIII you have the decency to escort me to
Hadden HAIL. or shall call . tad?"
"rn call tad for you," he said stifay.
DON walked slowly toward the campus. He
couldn't really blame Angela. It would mean
something to be Fenlows guest at the party Of
the year. OF course, Fenlow was doing It just
to chow Don how far he'd get when fraternity
man, q Chi Bette, wanted his girl. But how was
Don to know that the girl who wore Jin's pin
was In Florida? How was he to know that Jim
had asked Angela only because he thought her
sweet kid" and because she sat next to him
in French and occasionally helped him with
the translation?
That night Don sat long at his desk He
wrote feverishly, stopping only to scratch oft
q nne or to bite his pen and think. When he
had finished he wrote across the top of the
first page: Portrait OF a Dis:llusioned Frosh
Early the next morning he slipped his article
into the box in Scoville Hall labeled Contribu-
tions for the Round Table The Round Table
was Penburys bi-weekly paper.
A WEEK later Don sat in his room with .
copy Of the paper folded across his knees.
There, boxed of in a corner of the front page,
was his article. He smiled to himself. Every
one would know that it stood for Legacy IN
Brown"
It was q good article, too; almost vicious In
places, and dripping with bitterness and dis
fllusionment It had fire and punch and created
q sensation ON the campus
After that Don wrote many articles for the
Round Table, all signed in the same manner.
An excerpt from one Of them was quoted in .
city paper.
One day in late February. just after fraternity
and sor dty limitations, Don decided to swallow
his pride and apply to the editor Of Penguin for
. job on the yearbook The editor was Jim
Fenlow.
Jim was ooo'ly polite. There's always room
on the force for a good man." he said. Ever
done any writing?"
Don hesitated. Il wrote those articles
signed L. I. B."
Jim was enthusiastic at once. He gave Don
some assignments and added his name to
the stan
We're meeting over at the house tonight"
he said, ito 60 over some stuff. Like to Gomez"
Don flushed. I'm sorry-not tonight. IL
have to do some examining for . chem
istry quiz"
then decided against it. And Don knew from
the expression in Jim's eyes that he understood
It was not the chemistry quiz that prompted
the refusal
Since his break with Angela Don had more
time on his hands. Scotty invited him to sew
eral midnight spreads" and he began to mix
around with the fellows in the dorm. The Tau
Delts and the Alpha Nu Sigs were begging him
to pledge.
Immediately after Spring vacation Don was
surprised in his room one night by call from
the president Of the sophomore class, a fellow
named Taylor.
Il have the honor Of offering you a pledge
to Skull and Key" said Taylor.
Don had heard mysterious and exciting ru-
mors of the secret sophomore society by that
name. It was the fondest dream Of every
freshman to be among the chosen few each
year Don speechless.
We've been watching you all Spring." con-
tinued Taylor, "and know that you are going
tn be one Of the leaders in next wears sODhO-