Life — November 19, 1925 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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- LIFE - Blazing Youth; or, Aer fon at Yale cA (College Novel of Those Gay Nineties By Corey Ford, '93 “Cousin Ralph?” he said glibly. “I am your affee- tionate though distant rela- tive from Potsdam, N. Y. “I cannot say that I re- member you,” replied the blond young man thought- “ ALPH FAIRFAX, R have we your eye?” “Oh, ‘Rafe,’ here's to yeu, drink her down!” It was the eve of the Great Game, and the flicker- -jets about the walls What they said of “Blazing Youth" when it was published in 1896 : Boston Transcript: “The sensual frenzy of the lurid scene at Jo's ‘Place’ is only equalled by his tender treatment of the scarlet Elaine....Mr. Ford has shown clearly the dangerous trend of the youth of to-day.” Place” winked sug- t the merrymakers clinking their mugs in time to the rival college songs. Flimsily clad women rested their elbows gaily on the wire-legged tables and toyed with the sideburns of the students, or coyly lit their bulldog pipes. The popping f corks mingled with the strains of “Boola Boola,” while waiters with black mustaches dashed in and out the swing- Beneath the gas-lamp on the street corner a bluecoat muttered to himself at the abandoned merriment d clutched his night-stick. ttoms up, ‘Rafe’!” called the poising their foaming mugs in air. i should like to fellows,” re= Ralph Fairfax, g his blond ustache to cover his rassment, “but, you know, I am the Captain of the Yale football team, and I am in training for the Game to-morrow. For Yale, fellows,” he reminded them car- nestly. “Hurray for ‘Rafe’ Fairfax!" shouted the gathering. “He's a game rooster, all ing doors. From an adjoining table Mr. Dillon raised one black eyebrow suggestively to his partner, whose span- gled dress and carmine point the finger of morality of Modern College Life. should be suppressed, but not before every one has had a chance to read it.” N.Y. Times (Dem.): if what Mr. Ford says is t ++ drifting ?” Harvard Crimson: Christian Science. Monitor: “ ‘Blazing Youth’ may serve to public attention to the flagrant im- The book of course our “Lurid...startling...bold ++-then whithe: “A true picture of Yale life.” SEXY... sare we fully. “I should like you to meet dear Cousin Elaine,” continued Mr. Dillon. “Per- haps you would care to join us in a little toast?” “Thank you, sir, but I—”" stammered Ralph Fairfax. “For Yale?” added “Cous- lips bespoke her low character and sia tion. Slowly her eyelid descended in a sly wink. With a cunning smile, Mr. Dillon arose, and flicking a crumb from his immaculate dinner jacket, he thrust his silk hat jauntily over one car, twirled his rattan cane, and sauntered toward the young football captain, “Cousin Ralph?” he said glibly. “I am your affectionate though dis- tant relative from Potsdam, N. Y.” in” Elaine in dulcet tones. giving him an arch look as she clinked the edge of her glass against his. “For Yale,” echoed poor Ralph, gaz- ing fascinated into her glistening orbs, as the vile liquor trickled down his throat like fire. Her eyes flashed a glance of triumph “Let us listen to this waltz,” sug- gested the smooth Mr. Dillon, tapping his lips with a fawn -colored glove. The orchestra leader raised his bow and from the ‘cello glided a low, sensuous chord; a rose- ate flush spread to the roots of Ralph's fair, wavy hair. Now the pianos and fiddles took up the strange melody, rhythmic passion screaming with lust— “It won't be a stylish marriage, For we can't afford a carriage”—or- giastic music, beautiful, hideous—*But you'll look sweet, On the seat, Of a bicycle built for two”—on and on, the drunken carnival to maddening music. Ralph Fairfax gazed (Continued on page 31) comicbooks.com