The Gavelyte, May 1908

CEDARVILLE COLLEGE. 77 was struck with the poise and animation of their faces, broad smiles of con– tentment, of' gratitude and of happiness are being exchanged and constant peals of laughter fall upon the air. I have just come near enough to dis– tinguish the faces and forms of these men-there on the highest step sits old Bill Jones who as a school boy had won his fame and made his mark in the world as being able to spit tobac00 juice farther than any man in the county. Then there was that tall boy described by one in his college days as having eyes that could melt their way into any maiden's heart·-blue-eyed .Jack Gresham. Again in another corner was a medium sized man, hair for– merly brown now fiery red - quiet Jim Grant, and seated bracing himself with his feet was a broad shouldered man easily recognized hy me as Jack Mitchell. Then my eye took in the form of a tall, white-haired, serious looking person at first unrecognized by me but on a closer glance I knew him as Ed Brown. As I looked upon these men a musing spell came over me, my thoughts wandered way back to the days when these had been my school mates when the old place had been less in size than it was now. I recalled the great Alumni game of '07 when the blue-eyed Jack just ripped up the line when Bill had time after time went through the opposing centre and old .Jack Mitchell had gathered his mighty shoulders and cleared broad holes for the plunging backs and again I see in my mind's eye the long en<l runs of that fleet half back Grant. But hark suddenly my reverie is broken for I hear the bell-like voice of old Bill (who had not as yet climbed Jacob's ladder) reminding his auditors of the great stack way back in '07. They recognized me with a handshake and a nod of approval; and why not for I belonged to the old crowd. Once the talk of the stack was started. it was impossible to turn the subj_ect and old true blue-eyed Jack thus broke in, "Say fellows, I'll never forget the night of the trial before the faculty. The picture of good old Doc, flanked on either side by the grum, determined facea of the faculty, is still deeply fixed upon my mind," and turning to Bill, ''I never laughed so much in my life Bill as I did when you gave a <lescrip– tion of your trial. "Guilty, or not guilty" says Doc, ··not guilty" replied Bill and upon the genial face of Doc I can imagine a gleam of rage as turning upon the smiling victim lie rasped. "Were you not present at the stack– ing last Wednesday night Mr. Jones?" "Oh yes" Bill replies ''I did not know that was what you wanted." So each told his part. Each remark being l:{rPPted with a smile or hearty laugh but I noticed old Ed Brown had taken vn.v littlP part. in t.hP talk- in<h-'P<l his farP hacl all th., whilt> worP a strange-