THIS “Knockers” came swinging- up the sidewalks of
University avenue from one of their multi-weekly im
promptu suppers at a down-town resturant.
This “club” consisted strictly of Seniors and was
formed in memory of the celebrated and popular “Never
sweat” association that had died a natural death last Com
mencement. The purpose, constitution, by-laws, preambles,
amendments and so forth, were all confined to the short
but expressive and very applicable title of the “Knocker”
Club. One important clause in the “code” was strictly ad
herence to the worthy name of the honored predecessor of
the year before.
The order of business wherever the meetings were held
—usually in somebody’s “den,” on the Campus, during re
citation or lecture—was knock the College, discuss the last
game, tear out the Faculty, worry the Freshmen, eat pea
nuts, with “how I would have done it,” “I told you so,” “I
know what’s the matter with the team,” and similiar ex
pressions.
This particular warm evening, the “Knockers” were at
a loss to know what would be next on the programme. 15v
erybody else was hard at work “grinding-” for exams.
Their's were over for the last time and only Ihe dignity of
the College was left to their burden.
The little band of restless souls came to a halt on a
corner and watched the people on their way to the theatres.
They longed to go too but the heavy financial assessment
recently had put such a luxury far beyond their reach—they
JACK’S LATEST.