The Lanthorn 1899 . fair dames ofour University, at the home of Prof, andMrs. Thos. C. Houtz, on Monday eveningNov. 21, 1898. The season had just end-ed the preceding Saturday by defeatingGettysburg. The boys had broken train-ing and were aching for a chance at a— well-filled table. It need hardly be add-ed that the members of the team heartily responded to the call, withthe hope that they might be able to show the abundance of theirappreciation of the dear girls kind invitation. The rooms of theProfessors cozy little home were profusely hung in the college streamers, pennant
The Lanthorn 1899 . fair dames ofour University, at the home of Prof, andMrs. Thos. C. Houtz, on Monday eveningNov. 21, 1898. The season had just end-ed the preceding Saturday by defeatingGettysburg. The boys had broken train-ing and were aching for a chance at a— well-filled table. It need hardly be add-ed that the members of the team heartily responded to the call, withthe hope that they might be able to show the abundance of theirappreciation of the dear girls kind invitation. The rooms of theProfessors cozy little home were profusely hung in the college streamers, pennants and trophies were afloat and in evi-dence, while the dark red Chrysanthemum, tied with a small bow ofmaroon and orange, furnished the token of the evening. At 7 oclock the tocsin was sounded. Sixteen sturdy yeomen ofgridiron fame, staunch defenders of the maroon and orange, with allthe marks of recent battle washed from their noble brows, lined upin regulation black and immaculate white, to catch the signal for. another kind of a rush. It came in gentle butdistinct tones. It wasto repair to the dining room. The boys repaired beautifully. Theyseemed to be as much at home in this kind of an affair as an affair ofpigskin honor. Then came another line-up, and another last signal was caught with avidity. It was to heave to—andthey hove. The boys evidently had been in training all day for thistrial of gastronomic strength, for they went at those viands just asthey went at Gettysburg. They lost, however, none of their suavityof manner or good breeding. From several places around the boardcould be heard the low murmuring, but distinct, remarks, I begyour pardon, or pray excuse me, as Mike or Casey or Edtwas necessitated to place the sharp prongs of the cruel fork into aportion of the anatomy of a well fed rooster, recalling our gentle butforcible attack upon the Red Men on their own hunting ground. The tackles made upon the Shanghais were low and sure, no oneparticula
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