The Bowdoin quill . had forgotten allabout the accident, and thought, andstill thinks, Will is alive* So she comesevery day with the child and waits forthe train to pass and I wave just as Willdid, only I dont let her see my face*Might just as well wave, you know* Itkind of cheers her up* The doctor saysshell remember sometime* Hope I shantbe here then* Id hate awful to see herwhen she remembers all about it* But doesnt the child know about it ? I asked, blowing my nose, for I felt kindof tearish* 44 Yes, but hes game, Scott replied*Just like his dad for the world; gameto the last and bright a
The Bowdoin quill . had forgotten allabout the accident, and thought, andstill thinks, Will is alive* So she comesevery day with the child and waits forthe train to pass and I wave just as Willdid, only I dont let her see my face*Might just as well wave, you know* Itkind of cheers her up* The doctor saysshell remember sometime* Hope I shantbe here then* Id hate awful to see herwhen she remembers all about it* But doesnt the child know about it ? I asked, blowing my nose, for I felt kindof tearish* 44 Yes, but hes game, Scott replied*Just like his dad for the world; gameto the last and bright as a dollar* And what does she live on ? I askedagain, wondering if she missed Willssupport* ? Oh, the boys and the Company seethat she dont want, he replied, andbesides, we run a benefit subscription forher every year, under the name of the4 Brakemans Lady* Want to subscribe ?Thanks* Its in a good cause, you know*Well, here is the Junction* Good luck!And he left me with an unconscious sigh*— Fredk Crosby Lee, 00. {y GOOSE -TRJ Being extracts from tJic Proceedings of theGander €lub. Philosophy would clip an angelswings ! cried Diogenes, flinging down avolume of Keats ; I think 44 Yes/ interrupted Aristophanes, andPol Econ would burst his brain/ 44 His brain!n echoed several Ganders;did you ever see or hear of an angelwho wasnt a woman ? n Or a woman who wasnt an angel?amended the Sphinx* 44 Oh, I dont know, cried the Chan-cellor, nervously unrolling a manuscript—the first hed ever brought to the club;44 let me read you this before you insistupon that last* 4 It was a real Novem-ber day Hold on! expostulated LAllegro ; is that original ? Well—ah—I got the idea from some-thing I read in the library, but Oh, of course! moaned the Baron* Its a story you stole* But nevermind; go on* THE BOWDOIN QUILL 263 u It was a real November day, roaredthe Chancellor, smoothing out his paper*The wind sighed through the tree-topsand sent the crisp brown leaves rattlingdown among the bare
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