Colorado College Nugget (yearbook) . going home, rang out despairingly from my closed my eyes—only to find I was very much alive after all. It was in November of my lifeat Montgomery that I had my firstlesson in tennis. Since then I haverisen to such excellence that I amoften asked where I learned thestroke. The secret will now be ex-posed for the first time. I am a self-made tennis is how it happened. It waslong after ten oclock, the hourwhen all revelry by night is sup-posed to cease. But even elevenoclock did not find us at peace. Asa punishment for general misbehav-ior w
Colorado College Nugget (yearbook) . going home, rang out despairingly from my closed my eyes—only to find I was very much alive after all. It was in November of my lifeat Montgomery that I had my firstlesson in tennis. Since then I haverisen to such excellence that I amoften asked where I learned thestroke. The secret will now be ex-posed for the first time. I am a self-made tennis is how it happened. It waslong after ten oclock, the hourwhen all revelry by night is sup-posed to cease. But even elevenoclock did not find us at peace. Asa punishment for general misbehav-ior we were chasing one of our mem-bers up and down the hall with ten-nis rackets. Fast and furious waxedthe fun. Redder waxed the ma-irons face at the foot of the stairs. MIRABILE DICTU Tired of the fight I finally went to my room—when I suddenly heard a faint noisein the hall. I seized my racket again and sallied forth to chastise my untimely as I was bringing down my racket on her with a glorious sweep and display of. 210 Colorado CoMrjjc ¥*vnUool, If ,Ktt0fjt-Srfecu muscle my arm was seized in a vise-like grip. Mirabile dictu! it was the matron! I wasordered to my room. Yes, I, even I, the amateur in college pranks, was thus with my first lesson in tennis I learned another matron is no respecter of persons. ffl ^^ ifl rft ifl fip Sp The next month dragged wearily along. Nothing disturbed the even tenor of ourway but occasional summons to appear and stand trial at the tribunal of the we were favored with serenades. From the gasps and sighs that floated upto us we judged the musicians were on the verge of starvation. We threw down ourlast treasures—jelly, doughnuts and handfuls of peanuts—and were pleased to see thedisturbance which their airy flight produced in the crowd below. One other night wethrew down a candy heart. It lit with a crash on the tenors head. Poor man, I hearhe is now suffering from a sweetheart on
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