Love to all and start a
little Currency by the first Mail.
After Buchanan had been toiling up the Hill of Knowledge for nearly
two Months, and sending hot Bulletins back to the Old Folks, his
Father decided to visit him and give him some Encouragement.
"The Poor Boy must be lonesome down there among all those Strangers,"
said Father. "I'll drop in on him and brighten him up."
So Father landed in the College Town and inquired for Buchanan, but no
one had heard of such a Person.
"Perhaps you mean 'Old Buck,'" said a Pale Youth, with an ingrowing
Hat. "If he's the Indian you want to see, I'll show you where he hangs
out."
The Proud Parent was steered to a faded Boarding House and found
himself in a Chamber of Horrors that seemed to be a Cross between a
Junk-Shop and a Turkish Corner. Here he found the College Desperado
known as "Old Buck," attired in a Bath-Robe, plunking a stingy little
Mandolin and smoking a Cigarette that smelled as if somebody had been
standing too close to the Stove.
"Hello, Guv," said the Seeker after Truth. "Wait until I do a Quick
Change and we'll go out and get a few lines of Breakfast."
"Breakfast at 2 P.M.?" inquired Father.
"We had a very busy Night," explained Buchanan. "The Sophomores have
disputed our Right to wear Red Neckties, so last night we captured
the President of the Soph Class, tied him to a Tree and beat him to
a Whisper with a Ball Bat. Then we started over to set fire to the
Main Building and we were attacked by a Gang of Sophs.
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