Judge — January 11, 1930 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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“Oh, dear, I hate to have him would not mect again till the shadows of night should shroud the campus. Morey’s—and the witching hour of cight-thirty. The white-aproned waiters dashed hither and yon, ng foaming The room was thick with pipe- nd someone, not quite a gén- idently, was lighting « ndoned-looking junior a corner, mutter- and over to tleman, ¢ aning ing, “Boola, Boe the strains of “ air of revelry pervaded the place. “Come on, Horace,” said Max Jol- lywell, “you hs 1 four seidels ve got to be going.” rose with a groan. “Every time I get started, you fellows have something else to do,” he complained, as looking around carefully to make sure their exit was not observed the chums took their leave. JUDGE Cislme hk Ganga leave town under a cloud.” “Never mind, Hora soothed Ruddy, “we'll soon be having some good clean fun.” And with shouts of glee the in separable quartet made their way to the Hotel Taft, from which they soon emerged carrying the potted palms that until then had lent so elegant homelike an atmosphere to the lol * * . Beneath a gibbous moon an hour and a f later, four cerie shadows were busily thrusting palms into holes recently dug in the frozen ground of the Yale Bowl. oN 1 prank!” chuckled Curley “won't He broke off as a resonant voice sounded in his ear, and, looking up, the startled lads beheld Dean Snowzer! The dean!" gasped Max Jollywell. “Yes,” mocked Mr. Snowzer, “what a prank! But when these plants have grown, when the spectators, un cause of them to see the | patronize the Yale A. A., what the And the shadowy form of the ¢ was gone. Awe-stricken, they looked at one another. Then with one accord the abashed lads set about uprooting the youthful forest, choked with sobs and mutter: through teeth, “For Y . Ere dawn had come the work was done—the Bowl! level and green once more. And the palms transplanted to the Campus, where they are now known as The Elms, —L. M. Ginns w ble be clenched ale The janitor was so bashful the first time he called his girl, he didn’t know where to put his hands. comicbooks.com