Taps . veit! Must I tell you now? Well, well, so I shall. Here the speaker eyes were upon him. ( me could haveheard a feather drop. Gentlemen. Mary Fairtrip is locked up inan attic just beyond the head of the stairwaywhich is to lie found in the Trustees Build-ing. At this tense moment St. Clair Rhodesbecame rabid and was removed. Gentlemen, this whole affair is Prexy, in unruffled tones. Forthe sake of your parents, for the sake of youraged acquaintances at home, for the sake ofSouthern womanhood, and for the sake ofyourselves, you must find that fair dame. Then wit
Taps . veit! Must I tell you now? Well, well, so I shall. Here the speaker eyes were upon him. ( me could haveheard a feather drop. Gentlemen. Mary Fairtrip is locked up inan attic just beyond the head of the stairwaywhich is to lie found in the Trustees Build-ing. At this tense moment St. Clair Rhodesbecame rabid and was removed. Gentlemen, this whole affair is Prexy, in unruffled tones. Forthe sake of your parents, for the sake of youraged acquaintances at home, for the sake ofSouthern womanhood, and for the sake ofyourselves, you must find that fair dame. Then with one voice the concourse roared,On to the Trustee Building! and, acceptingsped to the small red shack. The Doctor led the mad rabble up the very steps of the historic pile of brickand mortar. It was he who forced the half-rotten door; he who dashed up theshaky stairway. Holder spirits followed. The Varsity halfback, upon reachingthe attic door, battered it down, and twenty men tumbled into the a few exhausted Freshmen, they 170 Caps 1916 The room was as dark as pitch. The breathless gang of husky Caroliniansstood motionless in the lightless chaos of air. Something had to be done at , something was done. A sickly looking Chesterfield killer scratched amatch on the cold attic floor and—there was light. It is needless to say thatthe awestruck spectators stood aghast. The room was empty. Really the room did appear to be empty, till the keen-sighted entomologist,Mule Little John, discovered in one corner of the spacious apartment, a smallcarpet-bag, which he recognized at once. Mule gave vent to a victorious cry ashe raised from the floor a letter bearing the seal of Miss Mary Fairtrip. Theletter was opened by Mule, but was read by Shakespeare Sitton, the master ofthe colonial art of expression. He lifted his voice and read to a silent audience: My Dkar, Stricken Corps: Ere you read this note, I shall he far away. The heartless trustees of your benign insti-t
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