Hawkeye . LITERARY. HedLds or TsliIs (Awarded the gold medal offered by the Hawkeye Board for the best short story.) ED STEWART took a sort of grim satisfaction in pulling furiously at hispipe and feeling the hot smoke bite his tongue. Down stairs in the loung-ing room, he could hear muffled merriment, and, now and then, snatches ofGrand Opera, sung in high falsetto with great tremolo in correct imita-tion of a Prima Donna—retired because of old age, as some one expressedit. His big chair was drawn up close to the grate and his feet rested high upon the mantle piece, where his heavy golf shoes
Hawkeye . LITERARY. HedLds or TsliIs (Awarded the gold medal offered by the Hawkeye Board for the best short story.) ED STEWART took a sort of grim satisfaction in pulling furiously at hispipe and feeling the hot smoke bite his tongue. Down stairs in the loung-ing room, he could hear muffled merriment, and, now and then, snatches ofGrand Opera, sung in high falsetto with great tremolo in correct imita-tion of a Prima Donna—retired because of old age, as some one expressedit. His big chair was drawn up close to the grate and his feet rested high upon the mantle piece, where his heavy golf shoes threatened that array ofpipes and tobacco jars, so dear to the heart of the college man. He was thinking about it. Of course there was a girl in it—a prettygirl—and as a consequence, there was also another fellow. There alwaysis. The girl was—well he did not analyze his thoughts—but she wasthere with the goods in every respect. She was good and merry, and it was not necessary for a fellow to say pretty li
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