The Free lance. (State College, Pa.) 1887-1904, December 01, 1891, Image 7

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    ferent classes to see which class could have the
largest representation. Such a friendly rivalry
would be as beneficial to the college as the rivalry
which exists among the different classes in regard
to athletics. This we hope every student will con 7
sider and the next time there is occasion to
help to pay debts of the Association, we shall
have the support of everybody in the college.
j UDGING from notes that appear from time to
time in the Press, as coming from the differ
ent colleges in the Inter-Collegiate Foot-
Ball Association and also as coming from outside
sources, there seems to be quite a diversified opin
ion as to the interpretation of the constitution of
the League. The constitution has the same fault
that most other constitutions have—that is, it does
not cover every possible contingency that may
arise. This is no reason why it should be con
demned. The points that arise to discover the
weak parts in it, should be taken advantage of at
the January meeting, and amendments made to
cover such questions as have arisen this past season.
HIS LAST SEASON.
Iligh up in the closet he tearfully bangs them,
Those old canvas garments, bespattered with mud
From folds upon which he had tussled, fought, scrim
maged,
And covered himself with both glory and blood,
Ho seemed to see tears In the eyes of the jacket,
To hear his shoes hang out their tongues and
Tie hard, yes 'Lis fearfully hard to believe it,
That you, you poor senior, have played your last
game.
Next year you will live upon starvation wages,
In a boarding house, say, In some dingy old town,
Far off from the rush and the noise of the scrimmage,
Tho referee's whistle, the loud cries of "down."
Then sadly, ah sadly, he loaves them in darkness,
And carefully straightens his disjointed nose,
Then he winks his swelled eye and longingly
gazes'
O'er the field thuts now covered with winter's chill
snows.
THE FREE LANCE.
MY DEAR NEPHEW
It has been long years since I have heard from
the branch of my family, with which you are con
nected. Since the time of your mother's marri
age, some thirty years ago, I have seen nor heard
nothing of her. A misunderstanding separated
us and I misunderstood. So I take this step to re
unite us, believing it to have been to my error
that the breach occurred. Will you spend Christ
mas week with me? ' My daughter Mary, sends
kindest love to her unknown cousin and says she
much wishes to see you come.
Such was the letter which Charles Grafton read
and re-read, as he paced thoughtfully up and down
his room. With a low prolonged whistle, he
dropped into his writing chair. What could all
this mean? He had no uncle named Saunders—
in fact his last uncle had died only the spring be
fore. Evidently this letter had reached the wrong
Charles Grafton. After a few moments of thought
a smile of amusement passes over his face, and
jumping to his feet he exclaims, "By Jove, I'll do
it." Hastely grasping the map of New York
State, which lay conveniently on his table, he
scans it with close scrutiny. At length his eyes
rests on a small black dot marked Jamestown,
which is situated in a remote county. "Take
the Central, change at Buffalo, and be there at
four to-night," he muttered to himself as he
grasps his valise and begins packing. Collars,
cuffs, neckties all jammed hastily in and he is
ready to depart. "Sambo, tell the landlady I
shall 'return in •one week" he exclaims to the
porter as he slams the door hastily in the aston
ished negro's face. Rushing rapidly clown the
street, he boards the Buffalo train just as it draws
out of the depot.
exclaim,—
The train steams slowly into Jamestown. Step
ping from the car upon the platform of the dingy
A CHRISTMAS TALE
JAmEsTowN, N. Y.,
Dec. 22nd, 189—
Your Affectionate Uncle,
jNO. SAUNDERS
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