Memories of Brown; traditions and recollections gathered from many sources . t to office, which was in the presidents house (at thetop of the hill) and when one of the members knocked atthe door, he was told in a gruff voice to Come in, Thecommittee entered the room and found Dr. Robinsonbusily writing. They waited a few minutes and gettingno greeting they all sat down. Immediately they haddone this Dr. Robinson threw down his pen and in a loudvoice said: You may stand, gentlemen. The menrose as though they had been shocked by a galvanic bat-tery, the knees of each member becoming
Memories of Brown; traditions and recollections gathered from many sources . t to office, which was in the presidents house (at thetop of the hill) and when one of the members knocked atthe door, he was told in a gruff voice to Come in, Thecommittee entered the room and found Dr. Robinsonbusily writing. They waited a few minutes and gettingno greeting they all sat down. Immediately they haddone this Dr. Robinson threw down his pen and in a loudvoice said: You may stand, gentlemen. The menrose as though they had been shocked by a galvanic bat-tery, the knees of each member becoming as stiff as ram-rods. The next question of Dr. Robinson was: Whydo you come? One of the members feebly suggestingthe purpose that brought them there, he turned upon themember making the suggestion and said: I have nodoubt you ought to be dismissed from college too, andunless you gentlemen retire at once I shall see that youare all suspended. Hence nothing came of the deter-mined attitude of the class to relieve the member fromunjust suspension. Richard B. Comstock, View from the roof of University Hall 304 Memories of Brown President Robinson on the Rush Line IN the early days of President Robinsons administra-tion, there were many impromptu rushes betweenthe lower classes. The president vigorously disap-proved of these, and either he or the registrar, BillyDug, usually appeared on the scene before the rush cul-minated. It is safe to say that the distant appearance ofthe president was heralded by the cry, Heres Zeke,and this by the immediate and total disappearance of allparticipants. When the registrar, however, appeared asthe queller, the combatants withdrew slowly and sullenly,firing as they went many a gun of ridicule and objurga-tion, since the registrar was not held in quite as much president always bore down upon the mob withgigantic strides and a threatening and imposing silk hat was usually well back upon his head and hisfrock coat was unbutto
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