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Elderdice, J. Raymond
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" From the magniphone sounded a scuffling of feet, the tumult of voices." [PAGE 215]




COPYRIGHT, 1915, BY D. APPLETON AND COMPANY Printed in the United States of America






LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS " From the magniphone sounded a scuffling of feet, the tumult of voices " . . Frontispiece FACING PAGE " Making strenuous efforts to locate the 'Lost Chord'" . . . . . . . . . . . . 78 " Hearing thudding footfalls approaching, he set off at a mad sprint" . . . . . . . r30 "I am going to find that record and smash _it!" ..•........•.. 244 ,


T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN I INTRODUClNG--T.HlCKS JORN HOLLINGSWORTH MERRITT, better known to his chums of the Bannister College campus as "Jack," perched on the sacred Senior fence between the Gymnasium and the Administration Building, wrapped in a gold and green foot ball sweater, and profound meditation. In the official Sophomore class meeting that day, he had been elected president of the class of 1918; the previous midnight, in secret conclave, the Sophomores had unani mously insisted that he become the leader of I


.T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN their nocturnal hazing expeditions to the abode of the humble Freshmen. With the enormous weight of responsibility from these two important honors resting heavily on his mind, Jack Merritt was in a meditative mood. At his right hand big "Babe" McCabe, the Bannister fullback, while the fence at his left creaked ominously under the weight of "Heavy" Hughes, the bulky right tackle; like the class president, both were Sophomores, and the distinguished triumvirate gazed hungrily at the Freshman dormitory, after the fashion of a small boy waiting for his Thanksgiving dinner. The college bell in the Senior tower had just sounded the seven o'clock study hourcollegians ceased skylarking in the rooms and corridors of the upper-class dormitoriesshafts of light from the windows fell athwart the campus darkness like glowing fingers out-2


INTRODUCING-T. stretched, and slowly the chaos subsided to a beautiful quiet. "Back to Old Bannister for another year, fellows !" Jack Merritt, who had been gazing silently at the familiar campus and college buildings, broke the stillness, "Another year of joys and sorrows, success and disappoint ment, class rivalry, sports, and-study! This time we are Sophomores, and where we shivered in dread last September, the present Freshme!l fear our coming, and are awed!" "They had better be good!" chuckled the good-natured Babe. "It's time for the hazing season to begin, Jack, and for us to show the Freshmen that we are their masters. Our class must triumph over '19 in everything this year ; they must not steal our colors, or win any of the inter-class contests." "With Jack Merritt to lead us,'1 boomea 3


T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN Heavy, confidently, "we shall set a new Sophomore record for victory, as we did a . Freshman one last year, when we outwitted 'I 7 every time! We won the class rush, the football, baseball, and track contests, andwe stole the Soph colors; we did get thor oughly hazed, but we'll pass that on, with interest!" Jack Merritt, a fine-looking, clean-cut ath letic youth, who, in his Freshman year, by his resourceful mind, had successfully led his class against the traditional enemy, the Soph omores, spoke thoughtfully: "I'll do my best, of course, to uphold the honor of our class! But the Freshmen have the largest crowd in the history of Bannister, and if a born leader comes from among them to organize that chaotic mass, they will be dangerous. Once some Freshman with brains and inspiration arises to direct them, 4


INTRODUCING-T. HICKS to show them their power-we Sophomores will be kept busy !" "They haven't 'any such animal!' " scorned the behemoth Babe. "I inspected the entire aggregation in chapel today, and not a one of them will give our famous Jack Merritt any trouble. Oh, we'll conquer the Freshmen, all right, and haze every one of--" He never finished, for at that instant came a most sensational interruption-something happened that shocked even the self-pos sessed Jack Merritt beyond the powers of speech, and nearly tumbled that husky foot ball duo-Babe and Heavy-from the Senior fence. Rudely shattering the beautiful quiet that had settled on campus and dormitories, there sounded : "--N eeta-waw-haw-un-neeta ! Ask thy soul if we-should_:_part ! N eeta-w a w-haw--un-neeta ! Lean thou onmy-heart !" 5


T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN A raucous voice possessing more volume than melody awoke the echoes, and at the window of a room on the third floor of Creighton Hall, the home of the Freshmen, who were popularly supposed to keep quiet at all times, appeared a slender figure, grace fully posing, with a banjo. The lathe-like form of a troubadour Freshman was clearly seen in the electric light, and as he sang, he carelessly strummed the strings. Soon the windows of the Junior and the Senior dormitories flew up, heads were thrust out hastily, and hilarious upper-classmen shouted various comments : "Hark to the Caruso! Rah for the Fresh man who defies the hazers I Ask the Metro politan Opera Company for a contract, Freshie ! You'll sing when the hazers visit you, so practice away! Do you hear him, Jack Merritt? a joke on the mighty 6


INTRODUCING-T. HICKS Sophomores-will they haze this Freshman -will they?" The Freshman minstrel, vastly encouraged by the thunderous applause his operatic en deavors produced, from the riotous upper classmen, at least, gave as his encore the famous Yale "Boola" song, but he rendered it: "We are Freshmen, foolish Freshmen, we are Freshmen--" "Come on, Babe-Heavy!" exploded the aroused Jack Merritt, who had been utterly paralyzed by the sheer bravado of the bean pole Freshman at the window. "We'll show Mr. Freshie just how foolish he is, to defy us! We must silence him, or the whole col lege will ridicule us!" The newly elected Sophomore president celebrated his rise to office by leading a charge up the stairway of the Freshman dor mitory, to the third floor, followed valiantly 2 7


T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN by the lumbering football stars; thus was started what was destined to become a Ban nister tradition-that of rushing up to this same care-free collegian's room to quell his :vocal endeavors! As but a few days had passed since Ban nister opened for another year, most of the Freshmen had not finished unpacking, and a number of trunks and boxes were stacked in the corridor. In their haste, Hughes and McCabe, who had abandoned grace as they took on tonnage, and consequently rivaled two elephants for clumsiness, fell over some of these, so that by the time the room of th. e youthful Caruso was reached, they were in an extremely cheerful humor. "Break in the door!" shouted Jack reck lessly, and the two heavy gridiron warriors liurled their bulk against the portal with the same catapult force they would have directed 8


INTRODUCING-T. HICKS against a line of scrimmage. However, as they had failed, in their rage, to observe that the door was slightly ajar, the three Sopho mores crashed to the floor, failing to make the impressive entrance they had planned, but achieving a far more interesting one. "Five yards-first down-two yards to gain!" announced the Freshman, judicially. "Rush 'em, Bannister ! Is that the conven tional method of entering rooms here at col lege? I must practice it, so I can agreeably impress my instructors by entering their classrooms thusly!" The room at which the Sophomores gazed, as they recovered their dignity, was bleak and cheer less-no carpet or rug on the floor, no furniture except the single bed, study table, and two chairs, and a solitary picture adorned the bare walls-"N a pol eon's Retreat from Moscow," a cheap print. Altogether, 9


HICKS, FRESHMAN it was not an apartment cheery enough to cause anyone to burst into song, and the surprised trio surveyed the Freshman. By the window stood the slender youth, who possessed the Herculean proportions of a full-fledge -cl Jersey mosquito, and the mus cular development of a toothpick. He was friendly looking, with his invariable grin, his beaming, honest countenance, and his twin kling eyes that radiated a constant good humor-they warmed to his cheery smile, but remained stern and grim. "He must be a poor student!" whispered Babe, scanning the comfortless room. "Per haps he will work his way at Bannister, and--" "Not singi1J-g as he works, though!" re sponded Jack Merritt at once. "Say, you noisy, insubordinate Freshman, your name? Quick-no trifling with us !" IO


INTRODUCING-T. HICKS "T. Hicks-for the nonce, whatever that is," grinned the blithesome Freshman, striking a graceful pose, banjo in hand. "It is said that 'music hath charms to soothe the savage breast,' and mine seems to have lured hither three-Sophomores, which is all the same! By request, I will now render, with banjo accompaniment, that beautiful war bal lad entitled, 'There's a Shipwreck in the Subway-and an Aeroplane has Sunk!' " "By request-you will-not!" roared Heavy, disarming the cheerful troubadour, and casting the offending banjo into the closet. "We will show you"Hello, whom have we with us tonight, fellows? Be hold--" A small, shrinking, bespectacled youth, with an intensely scholastic appearance, slid fear fully into the room, and sat down sud denly on the extreme edge of a chair, as if it II


T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN, had been a volcano crater. On seeing the Sophomores, he betrayed a painful eagerness to imitate the immortal example of the illus trious Napoleon, on the wall, but he was too paralyzed with fear to retreat. "Theophilus Opperdyke, sir, is my name!" he stammered. "I didn't mean-that is, s-sir, I didn't know you were here-I guess I will go now, s-sirs !" "Oh, no, please linger!" requested Jack, who was vastly amused at the ridiculously shrill voice of the little Freshman. "You are going to sing 'Home, Sweet Home' for us, Theophilus, indeed, you are! Ready-onetwo--'' "That's queer," T. Hicks confided inno cently to Napoleon. "When I sing, they rusli up and make me stop, and here they request Theophilus, who would a great deal rather be extracting the cube root of--" 12


INTRODUCING-T. HICKS "Keep quiet!" thundered Heavy Hughes, as shivering little Opperdyke began, in a quavering voice, to shrill the song all Fresh men think of at the first of a college year. , "That's fine, Theophilus-Jack, we must haze this pair together, and T. Hicks will play; an accompaniment on his beloved banjo!" "Then you won't take my banjo away from me?" queried T. Hicks, happily. "Oh, dear, kind Sophomores, how happy you make me! I have always read of college fellows arrang ing themselves about the campus in pictur esque poses, singing songs and twanging a: banjo, so I practiced faithfully all summer, to be in good training for my brilliant career at Bannister. Won't I look entrancing, Theophilus, adorning the scenery with my classic form, and twanging--" "Will you keep quiet?" demanded Jack Merritt, who decided that in some way the 13


1 T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN cherubic Freshman was amusing himself at their expense. "You are too impudent a Freshman, and the Grand Order of Bannister Hazers will visit you soon, to indicate your place in the plan of college existence-an in significant niche! Don't let us hear that banjo, and that wild squawking again, unless we command it, understand?" "He calls my singing a squawk!" mur mured T. Hicks, deeply hurt. "After I had my voice cultivated all summer to keep it from being harrowing, these musical critics decide it is a squawk! Say, Theophilus, if an Indian squaw should sing for these fellows, would they call it an Indian 'squawking?'" "You are in bad company, Theophilus Op perdyke !" Jack Merritt, to hide his confus ion, whirled so fiercely on the bespectacled, shaking Freshman that he almost fell from the chair in fright. "You, too, must be hazed 14 \


INTRODUCING-T. HICKS -for associating with this Hicks, you must suffer-is it not just?" "No, sir-I mean, yes, sir!" faltered poor Theophilus, twiddling his fingers nervously. "Yes, sir, if you say so, sir!" "A very 'sir-ly' youth, is he not?" beamed the irrepressible Hicks. "You must really be amazed at my brilliant humor, but I con fidently expect to eclipse Mark Twain, and make 0. Henry's stories seem as dry as the Annual report of the Department of Agri culture." "Come, fellows," said the Sophomore leader, quietly. "We cannot waste time now, talking-later, we must act!" "If 'actions speak louder than words,' " the lathe-like Freshman again confided in the silent Napoleon, "I'm afraid that if I ever act, the noise will deaf en the college! It is also quoted that 'talk is cheap,' which is a good 15


3.'. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN thing, or the Sophomores would be bankrupt, if they had to pay for all they use!" Without a word, the Sophomores clattered down the stairs, strode across the campus to Jack Merritt's room on the second floor of Smithson, the second-year dormitory, and entered. Babe sat down heavily in an armchair, Heavy passed a hand before his eyes dazedly as he collapsed on the bed, and Jack stood gazing silently across at a certain win dow on the third floor of Creighton Hall, where a slender figure stood. A moment of deepest silence, and then Babe gasped: "I stated that the Freshmen did not have a natural-born leader who could make trouble for our Jack Merritt-I withdraw that rash announcement, for the class of '19 hasT. Hicks!"


II HICKS POSTS A DEF! WHEN the invading detail of Sopho mores, under the leadership of J acK Merritt, who seemed to have met a Waterloo under the very eyes of Mr. Napoleon who had not yet encountered his, had withdrawn in disorder, the cherubic-faced Freshman who had announced himself as "T. Hicks" retrieved the banjo from the closet. "I am sorely tempted again to caress the strings, Theophilus," he remarked, as he glanced across at Smithson. "However, as 'discretion is the better part of valor,' I must 17


1 T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN be content with the honors of battle I have won in the first skirmish with the mighty Sophs. If I-why, Theophilus-what's the matter?" Little Theophilus Opperdyke, without an nouncing his intention to the talkative Hicks, slumped suddenly in his chair, and then slid ;very quietly to the floor, where he stretched out, white and silent. T. Hicks, naturally alarmed by this peculiar action on the part of his classmate, opened the door and shouted excitedly: "Hello, Butch! Say, B u t ch! Oh, Butch-" From the room across the corridor there sounded a deep growl, the door was opened, and a hugh form loomed in the doorway of Hicks' room; it was as though a great bear had waddled from its den, growling at some n01se outside! This mammoth Freshman, 18


HICKS POSTS A DEFI 'Yho, because of his generous size and the slaughter he had wrought to the scrub scrim mage line, had been called "Butch" by the football squad, lumbered hurriedly on the scene. "Heigh-ho !" the young Hercules, who was even more vast than either Babe or Heavy, creaked forward, lifted Theophilus from the floor with a wonderful tenderness, and laid the frail body on Hicks' bed. He sprinkled water on the white, thin face, while the splinter of humanity who called himself "T. Hicks" hovered anxiously near, offering all sorts of weird and useless suggestions from an incoherent memory of a book on "First Aid to the Injured," which he had once read. "Nonsense," growled Butch, brushing aside the bothersome Hicks. "He's 'just fainted, that's all! Wonder what made him 19


T. HAVILAND .HICKS, FRESHMAN tumble off like this? Queer little chap, any way, just a bundle of nerves!" Theophilus Opperdyke's eyes opened slowly, he struggled to sit up on the bed, and regarded his two anxious classmates with embarrassment, a flush of shame at his weak ness coloring his pale face. Brewster tried to prop him up on his strong arm, but the little Freshman pushed him away, and bravely climbed to his feet. "I-I don't know what makes me act in such a silly way, fellows," he quavered, in his ridiculously thin, shrill voice, "but those Sophomores made me sing, and-and when they threatened to come and haze me, I just fainted away! I can't help it, I am so nerv ous and weak, that any little shock upsets me! "Last year, when I was at the Preparatory School, some hazers broke into my room one 20


HICKS POSTS A DEFI night all hideously masked and draped m sheets; I just fainted at the sight, and the next day I was delirious with brain feverfor weeks I was near death, and ever since I've been all nerves. I am so afraid of the hazers here, and at nights I lie awake, I can't sleep, for I dread their coming in the dark, ghostly and white! "I know the fellows at Bannister wouldn't hurt me for the world, but-I'm so afraid of those ghastly forms! You see, they don't understand how the sudden shock of waking up and seeing them in the dark completely breaks me down! They wouldn't harm me, on purpose, but Oh, Jack-I mean, Mr. Mer ritt said I would be hazed for--" "For being caught in my company!" fin ished T. Hicks, grimly. "Now see here, Theophilus, you just amble back to your room, and to your beloved toil of excavating 21


,T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN square and cube roots. If T. Hicks has brains enough to prevent it, those hazers will never bother you-or him, either, for that matter! Just forget the Sophomores, and don't be worried, for I'm going to save you from them !" "Oh, thank you, sir, Mr. Hicks!" Theophilus, ordered by the Sophomores thus to address all upper-classmen, generously in cluded Hicks, in his excitement; he evidently took the Freshman's rash promise in solemn faith, and felt sure that the blithesome singer would deliyer him from the dreaded hazers. When the queer, bespectacled little Fresh man had gone, radiant in the belief that this wonder-ful T. Hicks would keep his word, big Butch Brewster, who had been studying the slender youth seriously, but seemingly with out definite result, spoke slowly: "Hicks, that was a very rash statement 22


HICKS POSTS A DEFI you made-that you will save poor little Opperdyke from Jack Merritt and the hazers. What plan have you that can possibly work--" "I work entirely by inspiration, Butch," responded the bean-pole Freshman, on whom the burden of his self-imposed task weighed lightly. "At present I haven't the slightest idea of how the thing will be achieved-I'll just wait for an inspiration to spring through the corridors of my colossal brain, then I'll act. If the inspiration doesn't come, I don't work!" "You don't seem to have done much work," reflected the bear-like Freshman, who meant no sarcasm, but was really scanning Hicks' toothpick structure with interest. "How ever, I don't think you ought to have raised his hopes, for you can't make good on that wild statement. and--" 3 23


. T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN "Just leave it to me!" requested the festive T. Hicks, debonairly. "Theophilus must be saved, you know that, Butch; seriously, the shock of having the hazers in their awesome garb, come into his room might prove fatal to him, in his condition!" "It's too bad,'' agreed Butch, thoughtfully, "but as you say, he has got to be spared this hazing! It would be futile to plead or argue with the Sophomores, and explain the situ ation; they know they won't be rough with Theophilus, or hurt him in the slightest, and they don't understand that their very ghostly :visit may scare him badly, poor little chap!" "I'll attend to the affair," the football can didate was utterly bewildered by the calm confidence-0 his lathe-like companion. "The Boy Scouts, Butch, do a good turn daily-I'm not a Boy Scout, but it's a great idea, and I try to do a good turn whenever I can. I fig-24


HICKS POSTS A DEFI ure that if I keep the Sophs from hazing Theophilus, and scaring him into nervous prostration, I ought to get credit for a week ful of good turns, leave it to me, Butch!" When big, good-natured Butch Brewster, who turned in the doorway a moment to stare perplexedly at the blithesome, mosquito-like T. Hicks, had creaked across the corridor to his room, the slim Freshman stood by the window, gazing across the Quadrangle at Smithson Hall, where the three Sophomores, aided now by two more, held a meeting in Jack Merritt's room. "A Committee of Ways and Means to quell-me!" he laughed. "If my desired inspiration would only crash this brain of mine, I'd sleep better, for that pathetic little fellow must not be hazed! I've got to make good for Theophilus' sake, but how? Oh, 25


T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN well, I'll sleep on it, and the inspiration will surely come, as it always does-I'll save my self, too, for the Sophomores will want to haze me properly !" It was the next evening, after supper, as the collegians came from the dining-room, that T. Hicks, behind some Sophomores, caught a stray remark that made his heart throb with sudden joy-the great "inspira tion" had flashed on his mind! Without standing on the order of his going, the tooth pick Freshman pushed through the wrathful second-year students, dashed across the Quadrangle, and rushed up to his room in Creighton Hall. Seizing a pen, he wrote swiftly for ten minutes, under the spell of his inspiration, and then he settled himself to copy with ex treme care what he had composed, revising it as he went along. When this task was 26


HICKS POSTS A DEFI ended, in a clear, legible hand, he read the document, his cherubic countenance wreathed in smiles. "Theophilus Opperdyke is saved!" he an nounced to his friend Napoleon as he arose . "I have boundless faith in my inspirations, and I am going to trust in this brilliant one. Now-let us see what courage the bragging Sophomores possess !" By the entrance to the Gymnasium hung a bulletin board, on which were posted official athletic notices , posters of contests, team cap tains' lists of succes$ful candidates, or any thing else that was intended for the notice of the collegians. Quite a number of upper classmen were reading an exhortation by Coach Corridan for more football material, as T. Hicks strode up, while on the Senior fence a group sat and sang college songs melodiously.


T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN Without a word, the Freshman, with the aid of several tacks that were in the board, posted the document he had written, and not waiting to hear the excited comments of the throng, he hurried back to his room, from the window of which he watched the sensation his act created. "Fellows!" shouted "Pud" Holloway, a Junior, who first read the document. "Come here, everybody, and read it! Where is Jack Merritt? Read-read!" Seniors, Juniors, and Sophomores, with a few timid Freshmen, crowded up to the bul letin board, and scanned the notice eagerly; there, in a clear, flowing handwriting, was a "Defi to the Sophomore Class," signed at the bottom with the bold signature of "T. Hicks, Freshman." It read: I, T. Hicks , know enough qf college tradition to realize that Freshmen and Sopho28


HICKS POSTS A DEFI mores are sworn enemies-I grant that by sheer physical power, I can never prevent the Sophomores from hazing me-and The ophilus Opperdyke. But I will match my brains against those of Jack Merritt, their leader, on the condition that if I outwit him, both Theophilus Opperdyke and myself are . tu be immune from any hazing whatsoever, for all time. If the brave Sophomores have any brains, I defy them to accept the follow ing challenge, and if they refuse, it is a con fession that they do not possess the necessary gray matter I On Friday night, at midnight, September the twenty-fifth, the Sophomore hazers are to enter the room of T. Hicks, 325 Creighton Hall, for the avowed purpose of administer ing to him a thorough hazing. By his sig nature, hereto appended, T. Hicks promises to be in his room. He allows the Sophomores to place any number of guards at the door, and the hazers may come in any number also. T. Hicks agrees that the door may be closed and locked when the hazers are inside, and the guards are placed in the corridor outside. T. Hicks is to be given one minute after the door is locked, in which not a move to ward him must be made; he will not have


T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN any weapons, or throw anything into the haz ers' eyes. Under these conditions, as above written, T. Hicks agrees to escape from that room, and to stay escap e d from the hazers until 2 A .M. If T. Hicks succeeds, under the terms imposed, in escaping and remaining escaped until the time named, the Sophomore Class pledges itself to extend full immunity from hazing of any description whatsoever to the aforesaid T. Hicks and Theophilus Op perdyke, Freshmen, for the rest of the year. By their signatures, the Sophomores here by agree to T. Hicks' proposition, and by his signature, T. Hicks agrees to make the es cape as above outlined. Signed, T. HrcKs, FRESHMAN. For the Sophomore Class: The defi caused the wildest sort of a sen sation on the Bannister campus, and in the dormitories; Jack Merritt and the other Sophomores were joyously escorted to the bulletin board by riotous Juniors and Seniors, and made to read the challenge, after which they immediately went into secret conclave. 30


HICKS POSTS A DEFI Every few moments some collegians who had just heard of the document sprinted over to the Gymnasium, and shouted in glee, or if they were Sophomores, walked slowly away. "They've got to sign it!" prophesied the Seniors and Juniors, who remembered their class rivalry of three years before. "This T. Hicks has got them up against a wall, and Jack Merritt must accept the challenge, or be the joke of Bannister! And why shouldn't the Sophs sign it? The thing is utterly impossible-this T. Hicks can never escape from thirty hazers, in a room with the doors locked, and guards posted in the corridor out side!" This opinion was evidently shared by the Freshmen themselves, for at nine o'clock that night a much-wrought-up delegation, headed by an angry Butch Brewster, invaded the sanctum of the courageous T. Hicks. Be-31


T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN sides the leader, there was "Cherub" Chal loner, a rotund youth, "Billy" Harnsworth, "Don" Carterson, "Chub" Chalmers, an other innocent-looking student, and "Patrick Henry" McGarrity, a small but oratorical Freshman. "Hicks!" urged Butch wrathfully. "What is this wild thing you have done, anyway? Have you no class spirit? For the sake of '19, for the class honor, tear down that rash statement, and abandon such a weird plan! Not even Houdini himself could escape from this room under the conditions you have im posed on yourself! Don't make your class the joke of the campus, and expose us to ridicule !" T. Hicks, who had draped his slender form gracefully on the radiator, regarded the in tensely serious delegation quizzically, and then responded, with his cheery smile: 32


HICKS POSTS A DEFI "Fellows, we Freshmen aren't well ac quainted yet, but when you kn0w T. Hicks better, you will have faith in his inspirations . I have a vivid one at present, and I'll succeed, never fear! Bra i ns , my comrades of '19, will always win, especially against the class of '18 ! Don't worry-retire to sweet repose, and leave it to me!" In vain Butch threatened, Cherub raged, Don argued, Billy Chub implored, and Patrick Henry delivered stirring orations; the debonair, blithesome T. Hicks was as im movable as Gibraltar, and confident in his power to make good the rash vow. Finally his clas s mates, despairing, gave up the fight, and filed out as solemnly as they had entered, and more sadly. "Nothing is impossible to a fellow with inspirations!" Hicks flung after them cheer fully. "Just keep awake Friday night, and 33


rr. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN listen to the baffled Sophomores, about twelve-five A.M. !" When the six-thirty rising-bell awoke the Bannister collegians from slumber the next morning, little time was lost by the quick dressers in hurrying over to the bulletin board by the Gymnasium door; one look, and "Ricks" McFadden, an excitable Junior, shouted wildly: "Hicks must escape, fellows, for the Sophs have signed!" It was true, for below Hicks' name was written-"Signed for-and by vote of-the Class of 1918," and followed, in various scrawls, the names: "John Hollingsworth Merritt, President. Richard Babbington McCabe, Secretary . William DeFord Hughes, Sergeant-at Arms, Class of '18."


III HICKS AND THE HAZERS T HERE was but little studying done at Bannister College on the twenty-fifth of September, for the excited collegians were far less interested in the exploits of Julius Cesar, or the final outcome of baffling algebra problems, than in wondering if T. Hicks really would escape. The strange defi was read by the students at all hours, and the in variable conclusion was: "He can't escapeit is impossible!" The mysterious T. Hicks, now the most important individual in college, calmly went 35


,T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN care-free, unconcerned way, seemingly totally unaware that he had created a mighty sensation. Because of his self-possession, and the terms of his challenge, certain wild rumors went about the campus and the dor mitories: "He is a son of a famous Handcuff King!" avowed "Bucky" Turner, a Sophomore, in all earnestness. "A man who can escape from any cell, take off all handcuffs or leg-irons put on him, or get out of a room with any kind of locks on the door! His father has taught him--" "To push his way through about thirty Sophomores," rejoined "Bob" Pendleton, a Senior, with mild sarcasm. "Calmly shove the inside guards out of his way, and after he opens the locked door, get by more fellows in the corridor !" To the final conclusion that "We aon .'t 36 • • ..


• HICKS AND THE HAZERS know who he is, or how he intends to escape, but we are sure he won't," came every col legian, and the Freshmen despairingly; awaited the ridicule that would be heaped upon Hicks' devoted head, sliding off on those of the entire first-year class, when his sensational defi ended in a mighty failure. At eleven-thirty that night, the reckless Freshman who had caused such a furor at Bannister so soon after his arrival, donned a football sweater, light trousers, and rubber soled "sneaks," and placidly sat down at his study-table. To prove just how worried he really was, he actually got the right answer to a knotty algebra problem that had puzzled the Math class that afternoon. "The hour approacheth !" he laughed softly, as he heard windows being raised in Smithson, over in Nordyke, the Junior dormi tory, and even in Bannister Hall, where the 37


rr. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN dignified Seniors dwelt. As the four dormitory buildings were built facing an open court, called the "Quad," the upper-classmen had a complete vie: of Hicks, and the room from which he would make his escape-if he succeeded. Promptly at midnight, shattering the omi nous silence of the hour, a tremendous uproar sounded in the corridor outside-the stamp ing of many feet, the deep growling of as sumed voices, and a terrific banging on the portals of Hicks' room. "Doomed Freshman, open thy door !" thun dered an awe-inspiring voice. "The Grand Order of Bannister Hazers will now proceed to punish thee for thine awful insult to the class of 'r 8 !" "How gran

HICKS AND THE HAZERS door-knob, where it was so arranged that the portal could be opened by a student across the room. "Do come in, Messrs. Ghosts, and put me in good spirits !" The lights of the other dormitories, and in the corridor and rooms of the third floor of Creighton were out, so that when the door swung open, T. Hicks saw a horde of sheeted, masked figures outside-ghostly and terrify ing in their silence. The masks were pillow cases drawn over their heads, with openings cut for eyes, nose, and mouth-a few were horribly decorated in red, and Hicks sur mised that these were the leaders. The hazers , nearly thirty in number, filed silently into the room of the doomed Fresh man, and found T. Hicks standing calmly be hind the study-table, which was between him self and the invaders, while directly before him the electric light bulb swung at the end 4 39


. T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN of its cord. Though he that from the windows of the other dormitories he was being watched with breathless interest, the blithesome youth grinned as cheerfully as ever. One of the sheeted figures, whom the smil ing victim knew must be Jack Merritt, since he was addressed by the others as "Grand Mogul," gave orders in a deep, sepulchral tone: "Chief Guardian of the Portal, and Assistants three-guard outside the door ! Worthy Grand Potentate-close and lock the portal! Let everyone keep silence! Doomed Fresh man, hast thou aught to say before thou meetest thy terrible Fate?" "If I have not," responded the grinning Hicks, on whom all this terrible dignity seemed wasted, "it will be the very first time I was ever at a loss for something to say! 40


HICKS AND THE HAZERS Sure, Grand Piano, I could talk for hours, but this will suffice-by the terms of the defi, I have a minute of grace, before you start your longer period of disgrace. Get your watch ready, and when I say 'go!' count a " minute before you make a move! I am ready-Go!" Like a flash, he seized the light bulb and swung it violently against the wall, so that it was smashed, and the room plunged into utter darkness ! In the intense gloom, it was impossible to see anything, and several hazers moved restlessly, but Jack Merrittthe Grand Mogul-was honorable and he shouted: "Stand still-someone strike a match! Hurry-has no one a match, so I can see the watch? I am counting the seconds as they tick off-fifty-fifty-one-has no one a match? There, call it a minute, and tell the 41


T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN Guards outside to bring a light bulb from the corridor, and slip it in through a crack of the door!" The Chief Guardian, in the corridor, un screwed the light bulb, which the Sophomores themselves had turned off, to make things dark and ominous, and passed it in through the slightly opened door to the Worthy Grand Potentate, Heavy Hughes, who locked the door again before giving the bulb to the Grand Mogul. The whole operation had given T. Hicks one extra minute, and Jack Merritt exclaimed triumphantly as he screwed the bulb into the socket: "There! Hicks has not escaped, for the door was guarded well, and opened but three inches, then locked again. Now--" The light flashed up, illuminating the room to every corner, and blinding the sheeted, masked forms for an instant. Every head 42


HICKS AND THE HAZERS was turned toward the study-table, behind which the Freshman had stood when he smashed the electric light bulb. T. Hicks had utterly and mysteriously dis appeared! "Here-what's this?" the startled Grand Mogul seized a huge placard, lying on the table, and the bewildered hazers read, printed in large, black letters : I HA VE ESCAPED! ROOMS HAVE WINDOWS AS WELL AS DOORS! YOU HA VE. TWO HOURS TO FIND ME. GET BUSY HICKS. "He has escaped!" roared tqe Grand Mogul, throwing down the card angrily and looking under the table. "Wait-don't get panic-stricken-we must hold a council of war! Anyone with suggestions address the 43


T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN Grand Mogul-no names must be spokenand offer them quickly! Now--" " Grand Mogul!" An excited member of the sheeted, masked ghosts pushed his way to the open window back of the study-table. "Look-the window is wide open-Hicks is a very light fellow-why couldn't two big, strong Freshmen like Butch Brewster have stood on the sill of the window below this one and easily have caught Hicks, and pulle _ d him into the room under this?" "It must be the way he escaped!" howled the Grand Mogul, throwing subterfuge and his mask away, and emerging as an angry, baffled Jack Merritt. "Why did we not notice that Hicks, in his defi, made no men tion of the windows being guarded? You are right-he could slide over the sill in two seconds, and two Freshmen like Brewster could stand on the window ledge below, and 44


HICKS AND THE HAZERS easily get Hicks into the room! Everybody out-after him! To the room under this quick--" The Chief Guardian and Assistants three were upset by the wild exodus of panic stricken hazers from the room of T. Hicks, who had made good his seemingly rash prom ise by escaping in less than one minute after the Sophomores had closed and locked the door ! If he could succeed in remaining es caped for two hours, while the second-year collegians searched campus, dormitories, and even downtown for him, the mysterious T. Hicks would be the hero of Bannister, and the idol of his class! Hurriedly, the Grand Mogul named separate details of hazers to search in various parts, and warned them to remain masked, so that the Freshmen might not recognize them when their rooms were entered, to seek 45


T.HAVILANDHICKS,FRESHMAN the fugitive Freshman. The room of the daring Hicks was ransacked, in every crev ice, but the toothpick Freshman was not hidden away-beyond a doubt, he had escaped! It was a desperate throng of Sophomores that poured from the room-ghostly figures hunted in every Freshman room, so quickly in Opperdyke's that he had no time to be alarmed before they were out again, for even a youth as slender as T. Hicks could not have hid in a Bannister room. The ghosts . scattered over the campus, on the athletic field, behind the dormitories and college buildings, and one squad, doffing disguises, sprinted downtown to seek the mysteriously disappeared Hicks. By this time, the hilarious upper-classmen were fully aware that, despite the utterly im possible conditions by which he had been 46


.. HICKS AND THE HAZERS bound, the blithesome Freshman had es caped from the room, with thirty hazers in side the locked door, and three guards in the corridor! So sure was Jack Merritt and his aides that Hicks had escaped by the way suggested-that of sliding over the window sill into the arms of two strong Freshmen below, that the Sophomore president collapsed when "Dad" Rogers, a Senior, protested: "No one came from Hicks' window, Jack -it is impossible! If yol}. don't believe it, look, what is under Hicks' window, fellows?" Jack Merritt looked, for the light shone from Hicks' room now, and he gasped with sheer amazement; the trutn of Dad's state ment was proven by what he saw, for in his frantic haste, he had quite forgotten that di rectly beneath Hicks' window was a blank wall! Below that Freshman's room on the third floor of Creighton, being the end room, 47


.T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN there were no windows, all the way to the ground! The resourceful Sophomore leader felt weak and helpless as he saw the laurels gained in his Freshman year slipping from his grasp. The theory of the escape by way of the window was an exploded one now, and how T. Hicks had gotten from the room was all the more mysterious ! Had he calmly pushed out a section of the wall, or passed through the ceiling to the roof ? (tThere is nothing we can do, fellows," he confessed, as the hazers returned by twos and threes from their futile quest of Hicks. "Search until two o'clock, and then meet in my room. It seems that-that this Freshman has outwitted me, after all, and earned immunity for himself and Opperdyke. I don't mind losing Theophilus, but not to be able to haze Hicks after this-it is terrible!" 48


HICKS AND THE HAZERS At two o'clock, a discouraged, gloomy as semblage of Sophomore hazers met in Jack Merritt's room in Smithson, and a very much elated and riotous gathering of Juniors and Seniors filled the corridor outside, while the aroused Freshmen, jubilant at the glad news that T. Hicks had actually escaped from room 325, Creighton Hall, and was still missing at two A.M., shouted their joy from their windows. "Five after," said Babe McCabe, consult ing his watch, for he, with several others, had torn off their pillow-case masks, "Why doesn't he show up, I wonder?" A sheeted, masked figure stepped out from among those who had not removed their dis guises, and in the voice of the one who had suggested the escape by the window route, spoke: "It is now two o'clock, isn't it? By the / 49


T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN signatures of the Sophomores representing the class of '18, on the class honor, T. Hicks has fulfilled the conditions of the defi, and won immunity from hazing for himself and Theophilus Opperdyke ?" "That is too true," admitted Jack, sadly. "But where is T. Hicks?" "Here!" The mask was cast aside, the sheet discarded, and before the stunned col legians stood-T. Hicks! With his inevi table cheerful grin, the lathe-like Freshman enjoyed the discomfiture and bewilderment of the Sophomores, and bowed to the ap plause of the upper-classmen in the hall. "Would you mind-telling us," begged the wilted Grand Mogul, "now that you can't be hazed-how in the world you managed it? You were the one who led us astray on the window route, andOh, I see it all now--" 50


HICKS AND THE HAZERS "Too late, Grand Opera!" grinned T. Hicks, pleasantly. "Hear, then, an illustrated lecture on 'The Escape of T. Hicks from the Hazers of Bannister'! A day or so ago, before I posted what all believed to be a ridiculous defi, I overheard some Sophs mention that they must get their sheets and pillow-case masks ready. I learned that all hazers at Bannister wear this simple yet awe some disguise, and then-"I had my inspiration! By the wording of my defi, I made it seem that by some wildly sensational method, I would escape, and I had you fellows half-expecting me to fade through the wall, or ooze through the key hole! The fact that I allowed such elaborate precautions of guards and locked doors put you on your guard for something marvelous, and you didn't know what to expect, but you felt sure it would be miraculous. Therefore, 51


T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN a very simple expedient took you by surprise! "I believed I would be safest in your midst -one of thirty, more or less, all alike; I had a sheet and a pillow-case mask, under the bed, at hand, and with a minute of grace after I unexpectedly smashed the light, I got into the disguise in about kn seconds, and quietly mingled with the hazers, who did move in the dark, after all. When light came, I was one of the crowd, all alike, and you believed I had escaped. "Yet, there wa.s the peril that some one might have an inspiration, as I did, and as I had mentioned the window on the card, which was prepared before, in an assumed voice I pointed out what might have been a plausible way of escape, had there been a window di rectly below mine ! "In your panic, you forgot there was none, and you rushed out, believing I was hurry-52


HICKS AND THE HAZERS ing from the room below, to get hidden; then, with your own aid, I made my escape from the room, for when the exodus began, I was really carried out by main force, so you made me escape! I gleefully hunted for myself for an hour, and then followed Jack Merritt, the Grand Mogul, arounq until two o'clock. At any time after one, he could have reached out and seized me, thus causing me to lose . out, and get hazed as hard as-you'd like to haze me now!" The collegians, inside the room, and in the corridor, gasped their amazement at the sheer audacity of the affair, as simple in its execution as it could be. As Hicks had ex pected , his impressive defi, with its elaborate conditions of the locked door, and the guards outside, had led the hazers to expect a stupendous move, such as hypnotizing the entire band, and then, by an absurdly simple 53


T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRES11MAN act, he had become one of them, and was pushed from the room by their mad rush! "But," queried Dad Rogers, who had followed to see the denouement of the affair, "were you not afraid, Hicks, that your in spiration might fail?" "My inspirations never fail, responded the blithesome T. Hicks, with a confidence that was bewildering. "And I never work unless I have one. Of course, against col legians with brains, now, I would never have thought of trying to make such an escape, but against Sophomores--"


IV ENTER-T. HAVILAND HICKS, JR.! T HICKS, from an humble, insignifi • cant Freshman, scorned, as a matter of campus tradition, by the upper-classmen, had in two brief hours climbed the ladder of Fame from the depths of obscurity, and perched serenely on the top rung! By his defi he had aroused the interest of the Bannister collegians, and his exploit in making his escape under seemingly impos sible conditions had caused him to become , a campus celebrity. Not even the glory achieved by the eleven on Saturday, in win-55


. T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN ning for the Gold and Green from a heavier, faster team, dimmed the luster of the che rubic Freshman ' s name. Yet, with his feat talked of everywhere, and the momentous question of the hour, "Who is Hicks?" echoing on the campus, in the classrooms, and through the dormitories, he wisely confined his exultation to the soli tude of his room, and was extremely modest elsewhere-thus he kept the good opinion of the Juniors and Seniors, a strategic move, as they were not in honor bound to withhold from hazing him, if he needed it. One night, a week later, several of the Freshmen, following what had become a: habit, drifted into T. Hicks' room before the seven o ' clock study bell rang. Because of his inevitable good-nature, his queer, enter taining speech , and his generous disposition, he was already extremely popular with his 56


ENTER-HICKS, JR.! class, and they made his room a rendezvous, despite its bleak and cheerless appearance. Besides Butch, who came across the cor ridor, there was Chub, Don, Cherub, "Tug" Warren, a jolly Freshman, and a shiftless, lack-luster youth whom the entire campus called "Hooligan" Hughes-in no way re lated to Heavy, of football fame; of course, Theophilus Opperdyke was there, for he made an idol of the blithesome Hicks who had so miraculously saved him from hazing! "We have outwitted the Sophomores in the first round," spoke Hicks, seriously, for him, and generously including them all in the vic tory his inspiration had won. "But the year had just started-we must annex the class rush, the Sophomore-Freshman football game, find out their colors before Color Day, and--" "In brief, win everything!" laughed Tug. 57


T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN "But say, fellows, we have got to get to gether, elect a leader-since we are not al lowed class officers-and organize definitely against the Sophs. I think most of the Freshmen want Hicks to lead us, but there are a few aristocratic chaps who haven't gotten acquainted with him yet, and--" A sharp knock sounded, and the hospitable T. Hicks looked horrified at finding the door shut, probably by one of the thoughtless Freshmen. "Open up, Butch!" he urged. "My door sho _ uld never be closed, for my room, such as . it is to behold, is always open house to all!" Butch, on the bed near the door, lazily stretched out his arm and opened it, and dis closed, standing hesitatingly in the corridor, three students of the Freshman class who roomed in exclusive luxury, over in "Nobs Hill," as that end of Creighton was known 58


ENTER-HICKS, JR.I where the rooms, being larger and more de sirable, were usually taken by the first-year students whose fathers were wealthy , and could afford to pay the extra expense, thus creating a campus aristocracy. "Tobe " Lawless, an overbearing youth, wore a costly sweater, which the athletic Butch scowled upon, as Tobe's prowess as an athlete consisted of arranging the pillows in his cozy-corner; Kingdon called "K." Smith-was a fashion-plate of late styles in clothes and haberdashery; Jose Marquette , a swarthy student, the son of a rich Cuban planter , formed the third of the Nobs Hill triumvirate that had condescended to visit T. Hicks. The process of logic by which these young aristocrats decided they should make the call on their classmate was this-an hour before, as they talked in Tobe's room, which had car-59


T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN pet, soft tiger-skin rugs, a davenport, and easy chairs, with posters on the walls, K had remarked on the sudden leap to fame of T. Hicks, their classmate. "Perhaps we had better look him up," suggested Tobe. "He must be worth while, to outwit Jack Merritt so cleverly, and maybe he will be a good member of our set! If he is somebody, K., get him to move over to Nobs Hill, and room with you!" "Good!" assented K., whose standard by which a student was judged to be "some body" and worth while was the same as Tobe's-he must be rich, haughty toward poor collegians, exclusive in his circle of friends, and ready to acknowledge as his chums only the wealthy classmates, or upper classmen, for some of the latter belonged to Lawless' set. Hence, the unexpected voyage of discovery 60


ENTER-HICKS, JR.I to the humble room of T. Hicks, which was not in Nobs Hill-named after the famous San Francisco millionaires' colony. "Come right in, fellows!" called the friendly Hicks, who, though he recognized this trio as being haughty and snobbish, would have urged an Ambassador Extraordinary and Minister Plenipotentiary to King George's Court to enter his room . "Let's get acquainted-meet some of your classmates -the better to organize against the Sopho mores. As the man said when he ordered sausage in a German restaurant-we must prepare for the 'wurst' !" The Nobs Hill Freshmen stood in the doorway-stunned! Instead of what they had confidently expected of T. Hicks, the famous -a luxuriously furnished and fixed-up den, with soft rugs under foot, easy chairs , and expensive poste:s and pictures adorning the 61


T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN walls, they beheld-a bare, uninviting room, uncarpeted, no rugs or easy chairs, and only one picture"Napoleon's Retreat from Moscow"! "I guess-not!" sneered Tobe Lawless. "It really isn't worth while-"by this, he meant plainly that Hicks was not-"W e must be going, K. !" "Why," marveled the Cuban, who made no secret of his disappointment, "ees thees the famoui Hicks? He ees talked of as Freshman leader-we don't want a poor fel low to lead us, and he ees poor !" "Come!" urged K. Smith haughtily. "Vv e really don't belong here, you know, Tobe he won't do for our set! We thought that perhaps this much-talked-of T. Hicks was somebody, but we are wrong. Sorry to have troubled you-good night!" There was silence after the door closed on 62


ENTER-HICKS, JR.! the three snobbish Freshmen from N obs Hill; Butch clenched his hands wrathfully, Tug bristled up in a pugnacious manner, Don and Cherub exchanged glances, Chub and the listless Hooligan exclaimed in anger, and little Theophilus quivered with rage at the slight offered his hero, but the scorned T. Hicks grinned cheerfully. "There now!" he exclaimed delightedly. "Will you be good, Hicks? I suppose I should feel crushed, fellows, and declare that life can offer me no joy and gladness, denied as I am the pleasure of that trio's society! However, I actually believe I shall survive this terrible blow, and thus not cast a lasting sorrow on the world because of my untimely demise!" Big, good-natured Butch Brewster, better than any other collegian at Bannister, had come to know this care-free, heedless Hicks, 63


,T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN and being across the corridor, the two Fresh men had become firm friends. The football hero found that T. Hicks, despite his frivo lous speech and blithesome manner, was warm-hearted, generous, and impulsive, eas ily moved to sympathy-as in the case of Theophilus-and ready to sacrifice cheerfully for his comrades. Butch knew the slender, smiling Freshman would make a loyal friend, and that for all his quaint confidence, and love of a dramatic climax, Hicks was actually happiest when doing something for a chum. As the shadowy youth had confided to his classmate, in his usual blithesome fashion, after the es cape from the hazers: "I wouldn't have minded failing, for my self, Butch!" he declared earnestly. "With my Herculean frame, massive chest, and brawny arms, I could have stood the hazing, 64


ENTER-HICKS, JR.t but I thought of poor little Theophilus, and I just had to succeed!" So Butch was wrathful at the action of the haughty Freshmen, and he paced the floor wildly. "Look here, Hicks," he before the grinning youth, "don't you mind what those snobs say! We fellows here know that you are a good-hearted fellow, a firm friend, and full of class and college spirit! We don't care-so far as we are concerned-if you haven't a cent in the world! The friendship of such cads as those is not worth having, and you are better off without it! We take you for yourself, and if you want us as your chums, we'll stick by you-we want you to lead us, and here's my hand on it!" "Right!" Chub exploded, and the others followed Butch's example, crowding up to shake hands on the pact of friendship. They 65


,T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN beheld a miracle-T. Hicks, the debonair, the blithesome, was so overcome with emotion that he could not speak-he, T. Hicks, actu ally could not say a word! He could only wring Butch's hand heartily, and pat Chub on the shoulder, while he struggled to find utterance. "Thank you, fellows!" he said at last, and his smile beamed forth. "But I have a trifling surprise for those three chaps, who are too good to associate with us. Of course, I want every one of you for friends, and any fellow who sincerely wants my friendship can have it, and I'll be as loyal a chum as I can! "Now, my friends, I want to ask a great favor of you, to test your friendship-tomorrow, between the hours of four and seven, I don't want one of you, or anyone else, to come to my room! That is a strange request from a friend who pretends to keep open 66


ENTER-HICKS, JR.! house, isn't it? But I have a little surprise party in mind, and you can help me by stay ing away until seven P.M., when you are all cordially The announcement that T. Hicks had an other surprise on the way excited the Fresh men, but they promised to keep it a secret, and to stay away from his room between the hours named. In truth, the first-year col legians, and not a few upper-classmen, re garded the splinter-like Freshman as a magician who could produce sensational sur prises much after the fashion that a conjurer produces white rabbits from a high hat! In this they were not far wrong ! The study-hour bell ended the conclave, and the Freshmen hurried to their rooms to be in for the first inspection, Butch lingering behind again to urge T. Hicks not to feel hurt at the Nobs Hill trio's attitude, some-67


, T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN thing which seemed highly improbable, from the joyous smile that adorned Hicks ' cherubic countenance. "Leave them to me, Butch!" he responded. "And be sure to come to my party tomorrow night at seven-Saturday, you know, and no study hour!" The seven Freshmen kept Hicks' secret, so there was no excited interest on the campus, as in the case of the defi, but these collegians were intensely curious, and all the more be wildered when, between four and six the next day, they heard a most terrific thumping and banging in Hicks' room-the dragging of heavy things over the floor, and other noisy indications that Hicks was in the throes of a mighty industrial mood. After supper, as they came from the din mg-room, Hicks requested of his friend, Butch: 68


ENTER-HICKS, JR.I "Say, Butch, can you, with the aid of some l husky Freshmen, drag that N obs Hill trio to my room at seven o'clock? Try to per suade them to come, if possible, but get them there, understand? If you don't mind being rude to the haughty creatures--" "They will be among those present!" promised Butch, grimly, and the festive . Hicks went his way, content that, the desired guests would attend his surprise party, if Brewster had to drag each one there by the scruff of his neck. Promptly at seven, there was a terrific commotion in the corridor outside his room, and he opened the door, to find his guests, invited and otherwise, at the portal; the ones who had been present the night before were there, and in addition, two big Freshmen of Hicks' friendly circle-"Beef" McNaughton and "Pudge" Langdon-assisted Butch with 6g


T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN the somewhat wrathful Lawless, Marquette, and K. Smith. "Here they are, Hicks!" panted Butch, who, with the others, believed that the slender Freshman wanted to wreak his vengeance on the trio, and that the nailing and banging had been on some instrument of torture. "We-why, what in the world, Hicks--" There was cause for bewilderment, shared by the others, and even the N obs Hill three, freed as their captors' nerveless hands re leased them, stood still and gazed-Hicks' room had undergone a wonderful transformation ! A rich, red carpet, deep and noise less, covered the bare floors, several costly rugs were in sight, there were great, comfort able armchairs, leather-covered and deeply padded, two _ luxurious davenports, with a riot of cushions, and some rockers. The walls were literally covered with pic70


ENTER-HICKS, JR.! tures and posters of college life, boxing gloves, tennis rackets, dueling rapiers crossed, everything in the athletic line, hung around the room, and occupying the place of honor between the two windows, was T. Hicks' beloved banjo! The room of T. Hicks was by far the coziest and most luxuriously furnished "den" in all Bannister ! "You see," Hicks seemed not to notice their paralyzed attitudes, for they stood like marble statues. "I was afraid to fix the room up much, while there was a chance of the Sophs hazing me, and tearing up my room, so I stored this stuff in an empty room down the hall. But after I found I was im mune from their night visits, I decided to have things cozy here, foJ.< my friendsdreadfully sorry I wasn't ready for the N obs Hill fellows last night--" 6 71


T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN "Hicks!" exploded Butch'. "What does it mean? Quit this chaffing and tell us, or--" "It means this." Hicks faced them sud denly. "My Dad is rich-rich enough to buy and sell a dozen Lawlesses, Marquettes, and K. Smiths ! When I started to the Prep School, I made a fatal mistake; at once I fixed up my room as it is now, and made no secret of Dad's wealth, though I did not boast of it. What was the result? I had a crowd of 'friends,' and to save me, I could not tell who were the true chums, and which the snobs, toadies, and sycophants. "I could not have predicted which would stick by me, and which turn coldly away, in case Dad lost his wealth, and I became poor. And understand me, was danger that worthy, poor collegians would stay away from me because of my father's money, and 72


ENTER-HICKS, JR.I peril of misjudging some of my friends who had money, too, for they might have stayed with me in any case! I didn't know if the poorer fellows flocked to me because of Dad, or if all the richer ones associated with me for that cause. I had some true friends, but I could not know them, or tell who liked me for myself! "So-I planned differently here at Ban nister ; I came as T. Hicks, and had a bare, cheerless room; I made the collegians believe I was poor, and some were sure I would work my way. You fellows-my friends-didn't care if I had a dollar or not, you wanted me for myself, though I am a useless creature! You came to my bleak room often, you as sured me of your firm friendship when the N obs Hill aristocrats decided I was beneath their notice! "Now-my room 1s open house to my 73


T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN friends, always, and everything I have is as much theirs as mine! I don't want to be a snob, and I won't-I'm going to be just the same as you found me before, when I seemed a poor chap, and grinds or athletes are wel come here! I want my true friends-I know them here at Bannister-to make my room theirs, and if they hang back, they will have T. Hicks to reckon witli! Wipe muddy feet on my rugs, even twang my beloved banjotake my boxing-gloves and tennis rackets when you want them-loaf in here when I am out, just the same! "But as for this precious trio--well, if they want to come, all right, but 1 will not be 'at home' to them, and they don't seem to care for our company, anyway, so they probably ' ' won't care. You fellows who knew me as T. Hicks will find me a true, dependable friend always--of course, you may not like me as 74


ENTER-HICKS, JR.! much when you know me better, for I am a useless chap, and have nothing serious about me, but you had better spend most of your time in my room, or--" are you, then?" demanded Tobe Lawless, weakly. "Who is-your father? We. never heard of him-you're just saying he can buy and sell--" "See that name?" T. Hicks had the col lege catalogue, and the part containing the list of alumni. "That is my Dad! Think, Lawless, if you have ever heard of him." For a moment-silence, then,"'Thomas Haviland Hicks, Sr.!'" read Butch Brewster. "Heard of him! Bannis ter's greatest all-round athlete, the finest foot ball player the Gold and Green ever had! Then-Yale's famous star gridiron warrior, track star, and phenomenal baseball pitcher, one of the most wonderful athletes the Blue 75


. T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMlAN. ever had! I guess we have heard of him, Hicks!" Slowly, it dawned on the wilted Nobs Hill triumvirate what a terrible blunder they had made; in addition to what Butch had said, they remembered that Thomas Haviland Hicks, Sr., was a rich Pittsburgh steel mills owner, quite able, as the debonair Freshman had stated, to buy and sell a dozen men of their fathers' financial standing. This fa mous Bannister alumnus came to Commence ments in his private car, and-"Then you-you are-" K. Smith faltered, but the vastly entertained Freshman finished the sentence for him-"Y es, I am his son," he said, smiling at their chagrin. "Exit-T. Hicks; enterThomas Haviland Hicks, Jr.!"


v WHAT SHAKESPEARE SAID OF HICKS 0 NE morning, two weeks after a butter fly T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., had gayly burst from the sober chrysalis of the plain "T. Hicks' " room and existence, the happy go-lucky Freshman lounged in an easy chair in his cozy den ; he was spending a study period most pleasurably-to himself at least -in making strenuous efforts to locate the "Lost Chord," on his banjo, and as a result he found numerous discords whose where abouts had better been kept a mystery. "Here you are!" growled Butch, who 77


,T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN found it impossible to translate Latin to a banjo accompaniment, and who lumbered across the corridor wrathfully. "What has come over you, Hicks? You are swiftly de generating into a useless, pestersome, cam pus-clogging pest! And I expected such great things of you, too! A fine specimen of humanity you are, to be talked of as class leader!" "I don't want to be great, Butch!" pro tested the sunny Hicks, making a hideously wrong selection of chords. "I don't want to do great things, I don't want to be class leader-I'd have to think too much! All I want, thou comrade of my youth, is just to exist-be happy, and to make others glad, if it isn't too much bother for me!" No one who met the blithesome, irrepress ible T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., since his dra matic appearance as the son of Thomas 78


"Making strenuous efforts to locat e the 'Lost Chord.'"


WHAT SHAKESPEARE SAID land Hicks, Sr., who owned se"-fral Pitts burgh steel mills and traveled in a private car, could resist the scatter-brained Fresh man. With his loyal, generous soul, his care-free, heedless disposition, and his demo , cratic spirit, he was rapidly becoming the most popular collegian at Bannister, and he a Freshman! Indeed, to Butch's loudly voiced disap proval, though the big athlete admired his cheery companion vastly in secret, T. Havi land Hicks, Jr., seemed utterly content to fol low an existence made up mostly of banjo twanging, roaring songs at all hours, enter taining his friends, and dragging his com rades downtown to ''Jerry's," a restaurant where the most luscious and juicy steaks could be had. To be in his cozy room, sur rounded by a host of Freshmen who were enJoymg themselves at his expense , often 79


,T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN. financial, was Hicks' idea of supreme happi ness! "But," urged the earnest Butch, "college life is serious, Hicks, and you must not be come frivolous ! There are splendid chances for a fellow here at Bannister to be worth while, to do something big for himself, his class, and his alma mater! Have you no ambition? Don't you want to stand high in the regard of your companions and the Fac ulty? Or are your ideas so hazy--" "Nothing 'hazy' about me, or Theophilus!" interposed Hicks, gleefully. "Jack Merritt s_adly confesses that, Butch! I have a great ambition, but I must keep it a deep secret, and thirdly, I feel that no matter how hard I strive, I can never stand as high in anything as does our classmate, Ichabod; I don't ever intend to be serious, and so long as I don't flunk a study, I am content!'' 8o


WHAT SHAKESPEARE SAID "I suppose the remark about Ichabod is a joke!" spluttered the irate Butch, for the Freshman thus named by the students was as narrow as a splinter, and over six feet tall, hence the exquisite humor of Hicks' ref er ence. "You fusser, you pillow-punishing, banjo-plunking tailor's model-what earthly good are you to '19? Your chief worry is to get clothes to fit that toothpick frameyou imagine life is an endless round of eating and singing-let me get my hands on you!" "Them's harsh words, Butch!" chirped Hicks, grammatically, dodging toward the door as the big Freshman reached for him. "It is quoted, 'There is more pleasure in pur suit than in possession,' and as ' you seem to want me at present, enjoy the pursuit of giant figure for a while!" Watching his chance, the shadowy Freshman dashed from the room, with the heavy 81


,T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN Butch in hot pursuit. All unwittingly, T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., was about to illustrate one of his own quotatious sayings, and per form the acrobatic feat of jumping from the frying-pan into the fire! For days the enmity between the under classmen, long smoldering, had been fanned to a blaze by the upper-classmen; it showed itself in dark looks, muttered words, scowls, pushings and jostlings on the way from the dining-hall, and trifling encounters between detached fragments of the rival classes. As yet, there had been no open conflict, and the Freshmen as a body had not attempted re prisal for the hazings inflicted on them by Jack Merritt and his classmates. But war clouds gathered-even as Butch remonstrated with the care-free Hicks ; the rash act of an excitable little Freshman, "Skeet" Wigglesworth, plunged Bannister: 82


WHAT SHAKESPEARE SAID into even as small Servia started the fracas in Europe ! This Freshman, impetuously wishing to imitate the famous Hicks, and gain some glory, all by his own mental efforts conceived the idea of hoisting a flag to the top of the campus flagpole. As the artistic design of this flamboyant pennant was markedly irri tating to the Sophomores, it consisting of the class numerals, '19, in red ink, in proper atti tude, directly above those of '18, in black ink and upside down, with the red words "Down with the Sophomores !" for good measure, that class, when it came from reci tation , was naturally as upset as their nu merals. . "This way-Sophomores! This way' 18 !"was the shout, and Seniors aided them to form for the rush, as a crowd of Freshmen, scared and uncertain, yet feeling they must 83


T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN not let the flag come down, had gathered before the flagpole. The Juniors, traditional friends of the first-year class, poured from their dormitory, calling loudly: "This way, Freshmen! Freshmen-this way! Over here, '19 !" The Freshmen, generally speaking, were badly frightened, though in Beef McN augh ton, Pudge Langdon, and the missing Butch Brewster they had a trio that outweighed Jack Merritt, Heavy Hughes, and Babe Mc Cabe; the knowledge that they were Freshmen depressed them, they were inexperienced in class rushes, whereas their enemy had been through one, in their first year. But the Juniors formed them in solid for mation before the flagpole, with the heavier and more athletic Freshmen in front, and urged them to fight for the honor of their class! A hundred yards away the angry 84


WHAT SHAKESPEARE SAID Sophomores, thirsty for revenge, prepared to rush the trembling first-year collegians, and when the two lines met, the fray would be on! It was at this crisis, when the Freshmen, despite their leaders' and the Juniors' frantic appeals for class spirit, were about to break ranks and flee, that the fugitive Hicks, closely pursued by the wrathful Butch, turned a corner of Creighton and sprinted into view. Before he was aware of the warring fac tions, the slim Freshman was m a trap-the Sophomores were in frorit of him, his classmates behind him, the Gymna sium to his left, and the opening through which he and Butch had fled had closed up with the joyous upper-classmen ! The Bannister Weekly afterwards pub lished a thrilling epic of the famous Sopho moreFreshman class rush, and the poet wrote: 85


1T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN Upper-classmen to the right of him! The Gym to the left of him ! Freshmen behind him and Sophs in front of himShouted and thundered ! T. Haviland Hicks, out of breathBewildered, half-scared to deathInto the terrible trap, Foolishly blundered! It is a matter of history that the presence of John Hunyady, the famous Hungarian general whose prowess saved Europe from the Turks, was so powerful a stimulant to his troops and such a terrible spectacle to the Moslem hordes that his sudden appearance on the battlefield could put the enemy to rout! Once an aide who resembled Hunyady put on his chief's armor, sallied forth, coming unexpectedly into view, and by his resemblance to the terrible general, the vic tory was won! History repeated itself in the Freshman-86 •


WHAT SHAKESPEARE SAID Sophomore class rush at Bannister College. The panic-stricken Freshmen, about to flee in a panic, beheld the mighty T . . Hicks, the Hiclts who had outwitted the Sophomores and discomfited the great Jack Merritt! Waving his arms wildly, he was rushing be fore them-surely, he must be urging them to follow him, to rush the Sophomores, and sweep them away like chaff! "Rah for Hicks!" shouted Skeet, the trouble-maker. "See, fellows-he leads us! Butch is with him-come on, Freshmen, Hicks will lead to victory!" To do T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., strict jus tice, it must be stated that the alarmed Fresh man had no more idea of leading his class against the enemy than he entertained of leading it in Mathematics or scholastic stand .. mg. He became utterly panic-stricken at the suddenness by which Fate had pitch-7


T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN. forked him into this trap, and not knowing what else to do, he sprinted for the Sopho more cohorts, hoping to escape through a narrow passage at their right. This closed, however, with howling spec tators massing on the scene, and before the bewildered Hicks knew what had happened, he was caught between the two hostile forces, with the crowd of excited Freshmen at his heels, following him blindly into the fray! He could not stop, for their on-rush was irresistible, and to escape from either side was impossible, so he naturally did what was forced on him-he dashed headlong into the Sophomore leaders ! It was a sort of tradition at Bannister, more from habit than anything else, that in the Freshman-Sophomore class rush, of which but one was allowed by campus lawthis to take place at any time, the Freshmen 88


WHAT SHAKESPEARE SAID should mass and wait for the second-year students to rush down on them. There was no rule to this effect, but as the Freshmen always wished earnestly to be somewhere else, no first-year class had ever actually started the rush. Hence, at the sudden appearance of T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., who was already famous for smashing traditions of all kinds, followed by the madly cheering Freshmen, who la bored under the logical delusion that their hero led them into the fray, the Sophomores, in turn, were panic-stricken. Taken utterly by surprise, as they prepared to do the rushing, by the power of Hicks' name which had on them the same effect as that of John Hunyady on the Turks, they were disconcerted and bewildered. When the flying mass of Freshmen crashed into the waiting Sophomores, T. 89


T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN Haviland Hicks, Jr., saw but one way to save himself, and frantically he took it, assisted by a violent shove from Butch, who really wanted to get at the other class leaders. The bean-pole Freshman dived head first, clutched the mighty Heavy Hughes about the knees, and wrapped his slim self around the big Sophomore, like a clinging vine around a sturdy oak. "Get off!" howled Heavy, attempting to stride forward against the foe. But his limbs being so clogged with Hicks' anatomy, and the scared Freshman's arms tightening in terror, he became top-heavy, and after toppling wildly a few seconds, he crashed to the ground, where he lay helpless, with Hicks using him as a buffer, and the Freshman horde pouring over them. "Heavy Hughes is down!" shrieked Beef, who was performing prodigies of valor 90

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WHAT SHAKESPEARE SAID against the foe. "Come on, Hughes is outHicks tackled and downed their best fighter -come on, you Freshmen!" Like the car of Juggernaut, the irresistible Freshman phalanx swept onward and for ward, taking the unprepared Sophomores by storm, for the sight of the great Heavy, falling like a tree uprooted in a gale, completely unnerved them. In vain Jack Merritt raged, Babe McCabe shouted encouragement-the second-year collegians were beaten already, by that strange thing called "psychology" in this case, the faith of the Freshmen in T. Hicks, and their belief that he was leading them to victory, which he was, though with out any definite purpose. Soon the great class rush had passed into history, and the battered Sophomores had left the campus, tattered, torn, and bruisedthe insulting Freshman flag still fluttered to 91

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN the breeze from the top of the flagpole, and -Skeet Wigglesworth was now a hero for having hoisted it! "Well, it's all over!" growled Heavy, who had been trampled underfoot to shield Hicks, still cowering under his bulk. "Suppose you untie yourself from me, Hicks, and shake hands! You Freshmen have won, thanks to your usual luck-you surprised us by coming on the scene so dramatically!" He gripped Hicks' hand with true sports manship, and some force; the Freshman, de ciding that, after all, he was really alive, began to recover his old debonair self-posses s10n. "Thanks, Heavy," he responded modestly. "I was almost too late, as the rush started so swiftly that I was not aware of it, but I got here in time, I am happy to say, and led my class to victory . !"

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WHAT SHAKESPEARE SAID Then the exultant Freshmen swept down on him, and bore him on their shoulders to his room, a shouting, madly, deliriously happy mob! In the first official encounter for the year's honors, with the Sophomores, they were completely victorious-the football game, the track meet, and the baseball game at Commencement must be fought out, but with Hicks to lead the class of '19---It was a foregone conclusion, therefore, that the Freshmen would elect, that night in the meeting they were allowed to have for the choosing of a recognized leader, T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., to guide the destinies of '19 through the Freshman year, and lead his class against the Sophomores. And when the shouting, the cheers, and the graceful, witty speech of acceptance from Hicks were all ended, that butterfly Freshman was left in his room-alone, in all his glory! 93

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN Without being awa e that Butch, in his doorway, was eying him ominously through the open door of the room, the happy-go lucky Hicks posed dramatically before the mirror, and inspected proudly his blackened eye, bruised forehead, and badly swollen face, for not even Heavy's bulk had quite protected him from the wild rush of his classmates over their prostrate forms. "I didn't want to be leader," he proclaimed. "I didn't seek the office-I let the office seek the man! But, as Bill Shakespeare well said, 'Some men are born great, some achieve greatness, and others-have it thrust upon them' ! When William mentioned that last class, he had in mind Thomas Haviland Hicks, Jr. !"

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VI HICKS PAYS FOR HIS GLORY 0 N the last day of October, T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., was sauntering past the Gymnasium when he heard his name loudly called. The care-free Freshman, who had been detained in Recitation Hall a few min utes, after the final class, because the English instructor's opinion of his weekly theme did not rank it quite as near Shakespeare's best as Hicks generously believed it came, turned toward the entrance, and caught sight of a notice on the bulletin board. "Hicks !" The class leader beheld the two 95

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. T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN heavy Freshmen, Beef McNaughton ' and Fudge Langdon, plunging toward him from the Gymnasium. "The very fell ow we are looking for! Right this way, old man, and we'll find some togs for you! Didn't you know that because the first team is away, and the Sophs have a class meeting, the Freshmen can use the gridiron for practice today?" "Captain Brewster has a notice posted," said Pudge, as they dragged the helpless Hicks toward the Gymnasium locker-room) "urging every Freshman to report for prac tice, because the Freshman-Sophomore game is Thanksgiving Day! Coach Corridan is going to help us today, and we will scrim mage against a team of Juniors and Seniors !" "And you must play quarterback!" an nounced Beef, as he and Pudge rummaged in a pile of old suits, cast-off sweaters, and worn jerseys that had been left after the college 96

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HICKS PAYS FOR HIS GLORY eleven, substitutes, and the scrubs had taken their outfits. "Why, the way you tackled Heavy Hughes in the class rush, and downed him, convinced me that you are just the one to direct our eleven against the Sophs !" "The price of glory!" reflected the shadow-like Hicks, whose vivid imagination at once drew pictures of himself stretched, pale and still on the football field, with the awed collegians standing in hushed, . silent groups! But he could not refuse to don the nonde script garb the two big Freshmen managed to find for him, for a very logical reason; the night before he had remarked, in the pres ence of these and others of his class, that it required "brains," more than weight, to play the quarterback position! The obvious de duction was that he, T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., could play a sensational game at quarter; 97

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,T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN at the time, he had been glad his meaning seemed clear, but now--A few minutes later, Captain Butch Brew ster, on Bannister Field, making strenuous efforts to convince that skyscraper Freshman, "Ichabod," that his desire to catch a football in his hands would be gratified at the expense of sprained fingers, gave a gasp of amazement, leaned against the goal-post for support, and pointed toward the field gate. "What is it, Coach?" he asked faintly. "Is it really Thomas Haviland Hicks, Jr.? But -what a regalia!" Owing to a scarcity of material, Beef and Pudge had been forced to sacrifice Hicks' personal appearance to some extent; the splinter-Freshman wore a pair of heavily padded baseball pants, one red and 01;1e blue stocking, a green jersey peeped in places through a thick red sweater that resembled . 98

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HICKS PAYS FOR HIS GLORY a sieve, and his shoes were not mates, while his pipe-stem legs were protected by a base ball catcher's shin-guards. Believing, as usual, in "safety first," Hicks himself had strapped on the catcher's breast protector, and would probably have donned the mask, had he found it. Pudge, with an artistic soul, had capped this human climax by putting a skating toque on the Freshman's head, so that the general appearance of the football candidate was weird and startling, to say the least. As he was padded as heav ily as possible, without regard to graceful outlines, he looked decidedly "hummocky" in spots. "Why the disguise, Hicks?" queried Coach Corridan, with polite interest, as the trio came up to the goal-posts. "Are you going to a masquerade tonight, and exercising your costume? You look like a: deformed 99

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1T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN potato with a couple of toothpicks stuck in itr' "Behold the Freshman quarterback!" an nounced Beef, dramatically-he was in earnest, for like all of the deluded Freshmen, except Butch, he had been thrilled by Hicks' tackle of the mighty Heavy. "You saw him lead the class rush, Captain Brewster, and make Hughes crash to earth!" To do Butch full justice, the big Freshman had never breathed the awful truth of the blithesome Hicks' real reason for dashing, at the head of his classmates, into the Sopho more horde; while he was forced to sit in his friend's room and watch that hero grace fully accept the laurels heaped on his devoted head, Brewster had done nothing more than give the undeserving T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., a queer look. But the confident Hicks quaked inwardly now, as Beef sought to build him a 100

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HICKS PAYS FOR HIS GLORY football reputation on the frail foundation of the class rush episode-suppose Butch knocked the props away! "The baseball season starts in March, Hicks," said Butch at last, after gazing quizzically at his friend. "You don't mean quarterback, Beef-the only thing that shadow of a pencil mark could possibly be to a football team is a drawback! Whatever you say about it, Coach, is final!" "Join that squad and pass the ball awhile," decided Coach Corridan. "Soon I'll give you a copy of some plays, and you can study the signals in the stand-I may try you out at quarterback, when we have a scrimmage." "Thanks !" breathed the relieved Hicks. "The Freshman team has brawn enough, Coach, but it needs brains at quarterback! I'll get the signals well in mind, and drive the eleven at top speed-strategy, courage, IOI /

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,T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN and resourcefulness-that's my idea of playing quarter !" Neither Captain Brewster nor Coach Corridan could pass judgment on the heedless Hicks until he had been tested in a scrim mage; the class team captain's private opin.ion was that the festive Freshman was trying to keep his laurels as long as possiblethat he had been forced to appear on the field, rather than risk his classmates' disappoint ment, after his rash talk. On the side-lines, all the Freshmen were shouting for Hicks at quarter, and in the face of that ovation, Hicks could not refuse to report! "Still," Butch admitted to the Coach, "his father, you know, was a phenomenal football player, and it's possible that Hicks inherits his instinct; at times a light fellow is a wonder-Maulbetsch, of Michigan, for instance! Personally, I would refuse to play him with102

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HICKS PAYS FOR HIS GLORY out having his life insured, but-he may be a fine quarterback!" T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., as he methodically passed a football to the Freshman at his right, in a circle of candidates, was pathet ically wondering how he could escape the dire Fate his supposed heroism in the class rush had forced him to meet. To make things worse, he had enlarged on the fact that his quick-working mind, and the ability to think and act at once, qualified him for quarterback -now, having set the trap, he was pushed into it by Beef! "If I can get through today without them suspecting I'm scared half to pieces," he re flected, "maybe I can sprain an ankle, or something , so I won't have to practice again! Say, I never dreamed they could pick out such a big-looking team as that, outside of the regular squad!" 8 103

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN Hicks' imagination was again at workthe make-shift team was composed of some Juniors and Seniors who had never gone in for athletics strongly, and who were about as physically dangerous as a flock of mosquitoes. Some of them had never been introduced to a football, some got out of breath after two rushes, and of the entire aggregation, not one bore the slightest resemblance to a grid iron player. Yet to T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., they were transformed into Ted Coys, Brick leys, and Poes ! And the other team greatly resembled the Yale 'Varsity! "Get some of these plays in mind!" Coach Corridan thrust a paper into his hands, and pushed him toward the side-line. "I'll start Haddon at quarter, and try you when you know a few signals, just to see how you handle yourself and the ball. This is about the only scrimmage you fellows will get, for . 104

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HICKS PAYS FOR HIS GLORY the regulars will be on the field after thisyou'll just run through the plays." "If I can only get through today," thought Hicks, as he studied the plays, easily getting the signals in mind, "I am saved! I can drive the team all right, just running off sig nals and plays against the air! But-suppose they all fall on me today? If Butch finds out I'm scared-I can't keep on making the Freshmen believe I'm a brilliant quarter! Oh, I won't worry, for some kind Fortune will aid me !" "Hicks!" shouted Captain Brewster at last, after Haddon had excitedly fumbled a dozen times, hurled the ball to the wrong player more often, and gotten entangled with his own inter erence in quarterback runs. "Come on here, and call what signals you have learned-show us your prowess!" With throbbing heart, and a sensation sim-105

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN ilar to the one obtained by a swift elevator descent, T.Haviland Hicks, Jr., trotted forth; his knees were knocking together under the abnormal padding, and he felt like turning to flee, but escape was impossible, in spite of his famous escaping powers, and in a dazed con dition, he took his place behind the Freshman scrimmage line-the signals he had known a moment before were now a jumbled mass of figures in his brain ! "Formation A-" he gasped, at random, his throat dry and husky, "1-17--" "Signal!" exploded Captain Butch, at full back. "Hicks-your team has the ball on its own twenty-yard line-first down-and you call for me to drop-kick a goal practically the entire length of the field, over the other eleven's goal-posts! Signal!" "I got mixed," quavered Hicks, getting down behind his center, whose idea of pass106

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HICKS PAYS 'FOR HIS GLORY: ing the ball was to get rid of it without delay, no matter what became of it-an impression he must have passed to the toothpick quarter. "88-33-65-B-right !" The signal was for a fake tandem play through right tackle, with the last player of the tandem taking the ball from the quarter back as he, instead of following through, swerved and dashed behind the quarter, and around left end-getting the pigskin on a delayed pass. Hicks' duty was to fake a pass on his right hand to the first of the tan dem, then swing to his left and deliver the ball to the runner, on his way around left end. The play started smoothly enough, for Pudge and Beef plowed into the weak line of the make-shift eleven, and its backfield desperately piled up in front of them to stop what they believed was a straight line-buck; Butch, the last player of the tandem, shot 107

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; T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN around back of Hicks at top speed, with a fine start, an unguarded end of the line, a clear field-with everything, in fact, except the ball! The brilliant quarter, forgetting in his alarm to turn toward the left after he had faked a pass to the tandem play plowing past his right, had kept on turning toward his right side, thereby missing Butch completely; by the time the bewildered Hicks had made the revolution and faced left end, Captain Brewster had stopped, and stood ; his hands on his hips, watching the per plexed quarter, while the recovering backfield of the enemy charged down on him! "I must get it away!" shuddered Hides. "Or they will tackle me, and slam me hard! Oh-there's a chance--" That skyscraper Freshman called "Iclia bod" was endeavoring to play right end-on Io8

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HICKS PAYS FOR HIS GLORY this play, he had rushed aimlessly ahead, not striving to box his opposing end, and as that worthy went after Hicks, he stood alone, towering over the others by several sections. Much as a stranger in a big city gets his bearings by a lofty building, when he is lost, so the dazed Hicks found in the elongated Ichabod a tower of refuge. "Forward pass!" he shrieked, and hurled the football, with all his might, at an objec tive point about three feet over Ichabod's head, so as to make perfectly sure it would get a safe distance from himself. The tall Freshman, who had played first base on his ;village nine, immediately forgot instruc tions, reached up as he would have done for a wild throw to first, and collected at once the football and two sprained fingers, amid the cheers of the thrilled spectators. As there was no one to deny him, he gal 109

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN loped eighty yards down the field, and sat down on the pigskin, behind the goal-posts of the thrown-together upper-class eleven. This constituting the only touchdown both teams had been able to compose in an hour's scrimmage, the Freshmen on the side-lines were naturally more than ever positive that T. Haviland Hicks, Jr. , was the right selec tion for quarterback! "Pretty quick thinking, Hicks!" nodded Coach Corridan approvingly, for he had not been watching at the moment, and had turned just in time to see the finish of the play, so he concluded that the quarter had cleverly executed that difficult move-the forward pass. "That will be all for today-Brew ster, get this crowd together all you can and run through signals-some good material for next season here, and you might beat the Sophs !" IIO

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HICKS PAYS FOR HIS GLORYi "Hicks ! Hicks ! Hicks !" thundered the elated Freshmen rooters. "Rah for T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., our quarterback!" "Hicks!" Captain Butch transfixed the now confident Freshman with a look that was ommous. "What kind of playing was that you just did? Why--" "I sized up the situation," explained Hicks, serenely, "and as you were so slow in getting past me, so I could pass you the ball, I feared the other team might see the play and stop it, so I decided to use my brain, and take them by surprise by working the forward pass, as Ichabod was free, and--" "Very good, Hicks, very good!" approved the Coach, delightedly. "A quarterback must have courage, and be ready to take a risk, if he believes it will result in a gain. I would suggest you for quarter, but Captain Brewster will have full authority in selecting III

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. T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN the line-up of his eleven for the Freshman Sophomore game." Over on the side-line, the Freshmen, thrilled by what, from where they stood , had seemed a sensational forward pass, called for and ably executed by Hicks, and resulting in Ichabod's striding eighty yards to a touch down, were shouting clamorously: "Hicks for quarter-Hicks for quarterHicks ! Hicks ! Hicks !" "You are right, Coach." Captain Butch Brewster spoke grimly, with a sinister mean ing. "I will pick the Freshman team for that contest!"

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VII HICKS SCORES A TOUCHDOWN ON Thanksgiving Day, an hour before the great Sophomore-Freshman foot ball game, Captain Butch Brewster, of the first-year team, strode across the corridor into the room of T. Haviland Hicks, Jr. He found that ambitious youth standing by the bed, gazing in deep melancholy at the insane looking gridiron outfit selected for him by Beef McNaughton and Pudge Langdon, who had picked out a weird costume. "If I've got to perish for the honor of '19, Butch!" he wailed, "Why can't I meet my II3

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN fate in appropriate garb, and not in this futuristic toggery ?" Without a word, Butch strode back to his room. In a few seconds he returned with a good football suit, which he threw down be fore the eyes of the surprised Hicks. "It's this season's uniform, Hicks!" he announced, "and here are two stockings of the same hue; I'll let you wear my good j er sey, and I've found a fine gold and green sweater for you. Now, you hustle into these togs, and get out on the field, for I am going to-" "Start me in the first quarter?" demanded the alarmed Hicks, the elevator-descent sen sation attacking him, yet a trifle elated that he had deceived even the astute Butch Brewster as to his real football caliber. "Give you a front row seat on the side line!" finished Butch, crushingly. "You will II4

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HICKS SCORES A TOUCHDOWN wrap yourself in a blanket, T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., and give a correct imitation of Geronimo, the Indian chief! Do you sup pose for one second, you utterly worth less, strengthless string-bean, that you have made me believe you wanted to play quar terback, or that, if I played you, that you would do anything more than dodge out of danger?" "I am astounded, Butch," began the grin ning Hicks, "and deeply hurt that--" "Now listen, Hicks," said the big Fresh man, tolerantly, "I have never divulged to a human being the terrible secret of why you appeared on the scene of the class-fight so marvelously at the right moment, or how you came to tackle Heavy in sheer panic. Neither have I exposed your luck in turning what should have been an end run from a fake tandem play into a forward pass, because you II5

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN turned wrong, and hurled the ball when you got scared! "If 'a friend beareth his friend's infirmi ties,' then I have a crushing burden of yours to carry, both mental and physical! I've been a true friend-I haven't taken your unde served glory from you, have I? I've let you alternate with Billy Harnsworth at quarterback, and the Freshmen still believe you are a brilliant quarter. You can deceive them, if possible, in your usual style, as to why you are on the side-line, but I know you would rather be there than in the scrimmage!" "Thanks, Butch, awfully!" responded the grateful Hicks, shamelessly. "You are a true chum, and to you alone I must confess that I was shivering at the idea of getting in the game! As for making the Freshmen be lieve there is some strategic cause for my be ing kept on the side-line, leave that to me; II6

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HICKS SCORES A TOUCHDOWN when it comes to anything that requires brains, I am ready, but Nature has cheated me, physically." Half an hour later, after listening to an earnest talk by Captain Butch, in which he gave instructions that were promptly for gotten by the nervous Freshmen, the first year class team jogged out on Bannister Field, amid the riotous cheers of their class mates. The Sophomore eleven was already on the gridiron, running off plays with a smoothness that struck terror to their rivals. "Rah! Rah-Rah! Rah! Rah!" cheered the Freshman cohorts, massed on one side of the field, "Freshmen! Freshmen! Fresh men! Hicks ! Hicks ! Hicks!" All of the Bannister collegians, with most of the Faculty, and a number of townspeople, always turned out to witness this annual spectacular gridiron farce, as the regular II7

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,T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN team's schedule ended the Saturday before Thanksgiving. The Freshmen were usually frightened helpless, and the Sophomores fully as perturbed, so that the contest became a hilarious series of , fumbles, mixed signals, and wholly unexpected plays. To the lower classes, however, it was an important event-the official rivalry between them was limited to the class rush, the foot ball game, the outdoor track meet, and the baseball contest-naturally, both the Sopho mores and the Freshmen were eager to carry off honors for the year. As the first-year collegians, thanks to Hicks' dramatic appear ance, had captured the rush, the Sophomores were grimly determined to win the gridiron battle, and to this end, their classmates nois ily encouraged them. Two elongated cheer-leaders urged the Freshmen to Fiotous clamor, which was ably II8

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HICKS SCORES A TOUCHDOWN aided by the horns, rattlers, and cowbells they had brought to Bannister Field; some in spired Sophomores, across the chalk-marked gridiron, had dragged out an immense boiler, and by beating on it with iron rods, a terrific clangor arose, which confused the second year team fully as much as it annoyed the enemy! "They're off!" shouted Skeet Wiggles worth, as the referee's whistle sounded, Coach Corridan officiating. "But-Billy Harnsworth is at quarter! What's the idea of that, Hicks? We thought you would be out there running the team!" "Listen-" the slim Hicks, wrapped in his blanket and striving to seem like a Yale foot ball star, was impressive. "You fellows remember the class rush-how, when I ap peared on the scene, the Sophs were demoral ized?" 9 n9

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN "Do we!" shouted an excited Freshman, while his classmates crowded around the heavily armored Hicks. "Didn't it shock them, and strike fear to their hearts? They were panic-stricken !" "I don't want to appear chesty," continued the crafty Hicks, who knew that by putting Ted Haddon at end, and bringing Billy back to quarter, the problem had been solved, "but suppose, fellows, just suppose Billy starts at quarter; well, the Sophomore team wonders why I am not in the line-up-they keep glanc ing nervously at the side-line, where I stand, silent and ominous-they know that my team can depend on me, and when I toss aside my blanket, stride forth--" "That's right!" exulted the aroused Skeet. "Hicks will make them nervous and weak by standing on the side-line, and when they are thoroughly worried then he will dash into the 120

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HICKS SCORES A TOUCHDOWN game, as he did in the class rush, and carry off the victory!" Though Skeet had never posed as a prophet, for had he done so, he would have been without honor at Bannister, his prophecy was to be fulfilled, and in a startling way that not even the most vivid imagination could ever have pictured. The Sophomore team seemed the stronger, • with Jack Merritt at quarter, Babe McCabe at fullback, and Heavy Hughes playing right tackle-all regular Bannister stars, while the line was fairly strong, though inexperienced, except for this same contest in their first year. In fact, except the few who belonged to the football squad, most of the class team players got within close range of a football only on this important occasion. Though it possessed a weak line, the Freshman backfield, made up of Butch Brewster at 121 ..

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN fullback, Fudge Langdon, right-half, Beef McNaughton, left-half, and Billy Harnsworth, quarter, was formidable. The sky scraper Ichabod planted his length at right end, with Ted Haddon crouched at left-the line, however, between the ends was about as staunch and dependable as tissue paper. "Come on, Freshmen!" urged Captain Butch, as his toe plunked into the yellow oval for the kick-off. "Down the field, ends, and get the fell ow with the ball!" With malice aforethought, Butch strate gically drove the pigskin to the fifteen-yard line of the Sophomores, where trembled a fat • little second-year collegian, "Doc" Bowles, who grew more and more alarmed as the football loomed nearer and nearer. Like most inexperienced players, he essayed to catch the ball on his chest, and it bounded high in air, to his intense surpris e Mer-122

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1HICKS SCORES A TOUCHDOWN ritt, however, had sprinted over, and grace fully pocketing the pigskin with arms and body, as it fell, he dashed down the field. The trained football players of each eleven did the real work, while the rest ran around helplessly and blocked traffic; Captain Butch, after shoving some bewildered Freshmen out of the way, tackled Jack on the Sophomores' forty-yard line, and brought him crashing to earth. The Sophomores lined up with the ball, and the great Sophomore-Freshman football game was on! However, as it was the sen sational play of T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., that made this contest go down in 'Bannister his tory as one of its most memorable occasions, the highly amusing, but utterly football-less actions of the teams, until Hicks strode on the field, are hardly worthy of being chron icled. 123

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN The Sophomores would _gain several first downs, and then there would be a fumble, and the lengthy Ichabod usually reached the ball first, by a section or two; then the Freshman backfield would make long gains, until the weak line crumbled, and let Jack Merritt or Babe McCabe through in time to down the runner before the play started, and the ball would go over on downs. For three periods, and most of the fourth, the scoreless game see-sawed, full of wonderful, but unexpected plays, timid tackles, fumbles, and hilarious errors. When Billy Harnsworth was hurt and carried from the field, Captain Butch had managed to carry the ball, on an end run, to the Sophomores' twenty-five-yard line; get ting the time left to play, the Freshman leader learned that but two minutes of the final quarter remained! Two minutes-124

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HICKS SCORES A TOUCHDOWN twenty-five yards to make, and-a fumble or a misplay likely to happen any instant! There was but one play to make that was fairly safe-a drop-kick for goal-"Hicks !" he called, for the simple reason that, with Billy out, there was no one else to summon, and he had to have a quarterback, to show the regulation team on the field. A thunderous cheer for "Hicks!" went up from the Freshmen, the cowbells clamored, horns blew a raucous blast, and the joyous first-year students were positive that the game was won for their team! As Hicks, with an intensely dramatic action, flung aside his blanket, seized his headgear and nose guard, and wobbled out on the field, the Freshmen went wild with joy! "Now listen, Hicks!" panted Butch, as the quarterback arrived. "You don't have to do one thing-you can dodge out of danger all 125

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN you please! Call the signal for a drop-kick for goal-formation C-23-45-r 1-g and then, for the sake of '19, get out of the way, so the center can pass directly to me, in the kick formation , and I'll try to kick goal! There's no chance for you to bungle if you--" "Right !" exclaimed the immensely relieved Hicks. "I'll get out of the way, Butch! You had better whisper to the center to pass you the ball, no matter what play I call, for it will bother the Sophomores, if they know our signals!" In truth, Hicks was so shivery that he feared he might get the wrong signal, leaving Butch to stand ten yards back, twiddling his thumbs impotently, a signal for the center to pass directly to the kicker, while the ball was on its way elsewhere. After Butch had patiently explained the center's duty to that 126

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HICKS SCORES A TOUCHDOWN exhausted Freshman, he dropped back, and the heroic Hicks, for a wonder, called the cor rect signals. "Hold-line!" besought Butch, as , he stood, waiting for the pass, and determined to kick the winning goal, while the spectators were hushed, for this was the crisis of the game-if the pigskin whirled over the cross bar, the Freshman eleven would have won the famous contest! The next few mo ments meant to 1919 victory or--defeat ! Hicks, acting entirely within his rights, obeyed Butch's command, and as soon as he saw the ball whirl past him, he dodged lithely to one side, at an extremely safe distance from the scrimmage zone, and waited. The pass to the Freshman captain was very poor, and he was forced to turn the ball-the weak line crumpled as Heavy, Babe, and Jack bucked it fiercely, and Babe broke through, 127

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X. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN as Butch drop-kicked, with all his strength! The pigskin left the ground, sailed straight into Babe's wide chest, with a resounding thump, bounded high in air, and off to one side-ten yards beyond right end; the cry of dismay from the Freshmen rooters changed to a mad delirium of joy, for T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., having sought safety, stoodyards from any Sophomore player, and the ball was descending on him ! Hicks, as startled as anyone, stared at the ball as in a trance, and was so disconcerted by its unheralded appearance in his vicinity, when he had been watching for it to sail over the crossbar, that it fell through his nerveless arms and rolled on the turf. Then, in a flash, his benumbed brain cleared, and the awful lethargy left his body-here was his chance to gain the crowning giory of all 128

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HICKS SCORES A TOUCHUOWN -to make the touchdown that would win the great Thanksgiving Day class game for old '19 ! He pursued the erratically bounding oval -instead of falling on it, as he had been trained to do-picked it up, and hearing thudding footfalls approaching, he set off at a mad sprint. Faster and faster the shadowy Freshman fled, in mortal terror of being tackled, and the faster he sped, the nearer sounded those footfalls, as some heavy player -possibly Babe McCabe, strove to get within tackling distance. Hicks had a vision of big Babe,. diving through the air, clutching his knees as he collided with the splinter-Fresh man, and then-that awful crash as his frail form struck the ground! The quarterback no sprinter, butterror of being tackled gave him several pairs of wings, and on he flew-he had not 129

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN dreamed the goal-line was so many miles away, but after years of running, it appeared; if he could only fall across it, before he was tackled, he would be saved! Even in his fear, pictures of glory came before himhe, the hero of the Freshman-Sophomore game, being feted and banqueted by admiring classmates, down at Jerry's-the idol of his class, the sensation of the Bannister campus! What a fitting climax to his career so far! First, the marvelous escape from the hazers, then-his dramatic revelation, his timely ap pearance in the class rush, and now-his winning the class football game by a phenomenal run for a touchdown, after he had cleverly stepped to one side of the scrimmage to guard against just what had happened. He must not forget that he had divined a blocked kick, and that, with wonderful football instinct , he 130

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HICKS SCORES A TOUCHDOWN had leaped to one side-just in time to re cover the ball ! The thudding feet came nearer-and so did the goal-line! In fact, both arrived at the same time, but the tackler arrived with considerably more force, and Hicks, after all, was tackled. The earth arose and smote his feeble frame lustily, and several constella tions of stars, adorned with luminous comets, swam across his vision, but as he fell, he saw the white goal-line under him, and a glorious knowledge was his-he had scored the win ning touchdown! "Carry me in, fellows!" he murmured, as he was surrounded. "I've given my best for old '19-I've fought my hardest for my class, and--" He staggered to his feet dizzily-why were the Sophomores shrieking, doing a snake dance about the field, hurling hats over 131

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, T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN their crossbar? Why did the Freshmen, de jected, silent, with heads drooping, shuffle in deep melancholy from the side-line? Why did Captain Butch Brewster, rising from the turf, regard the brilliant Freshman quarterback with such utter scorn and speechless wrath? "Why, what's wrong, Butch?" he croaked, feebly. "Didn't I-make a touchdown, and win the game?" "You did!" Butch glared at him fiercely. "I ran as . fast as I could, and I tackled you good and hard, Hicks, but it was too late-you were across the goal-line!" "You tackled me?" gasped T. Haviland . Hicks, Jr., all his dreams of added glory fading swiftly away. "Y ou--what for, Butch?" "Because," exploded the angry Fresh man captain, "you, with that wonderful brain of yours, chased the football around for a few 132

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HICKS SCORES A TOUCHDOWN seconds in concentric circles before you picked it up, and when you did start, you were so scared-understand me-scared that you'd be tackled, that you got bewildered and ran eighty-five yards for a touchdown-to the wrong goal ! "You hopeless, scatter-brained, aban doned, useless toothpick-you have scored a touchdown for the Sophomore team, and won the class game for '18 !"

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VIII THE CIRCLE OF GLORY T ROMAS HAVILAND HICKS, JR., ex-quarterback-with emphasis on the prefix-of the 1919 football eleven, stood by the window of his room, gazing in deep melancholy out across the deserted campus. The sky was dark and cloudy, a cold wind moaned drearily through the leafless trees, and Nature seemed in as gloomy a mood as that of the despondent Freshman, who was in the sub-cellar of despair. Across the Quadrangle, a large banner hung from Jack Merritt's windows on the 134

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THE CIRCLE OF GLORY second floor of Smithson, and the red-paint words blazed luridly in the glow of the arc light: THE KING (ffiCKS) IS DEAD! LONG LIVE THE KING (MERRITT)! HOW ARE THE MIGHTY FALLEN! THE FRESHMAN IDOL HAS DROP-KICKED HIMSELF FROM THE PEDESTAL OF FAME! HICKS' ;BRIEF REIGN IS ENDED! SIC TRANSIT GLORIA HICKIS-MEANING, THUS PASSETH THE GLORY OF HHJKSI 1918 IS SUPREME! The mosquito-like Freshman's appearance in "Delmonico's Annex," as the Bannister dining-hall had been designated for years, had been the signal for pandemonium to break loose! Fate had cruelly delayed Hicks in the shower and in his dressing after the class game, so that practically all of the col legians were at the tables when he entered10 135

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN also, the Freshmen were seated at the ex treme end of the long room! With his table seeming farther away than the Sophomore goal-line had been, and-in the awful silence, breathless and ominous, that followed the bedlam of jeers, shouts, whistles, and laughter-his footsteps on the bare floor sounding to him like the noise of cavalry crossing a wooden bridge-Hicks had courageously marched in to supper. As he passed the Sophomore tables, Jack Merritt arose and shouted: "This way, Mr. Hicks-if you want to head for the Sophomore tables-you are going in the wrong direction again !" It was not that T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., was in the least measure less popular with the upper-classmen, he was liked for his sunny nature, and his irresistibly friendly ways; but the blithesome Freshman had been so care-136

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.THE CIRCLE OF GLORY free and confident, full of an easy assurance that he would succeed in anything he at tempted, that the Bannister collegians were riotous with mirth at his downfall. While the Sophomores were hilarious with joy, Hicks found a very supernaturally quiet number of classmates at his table. Ichabod, with sepulchral sadness, insisted on shaking his hand, and assuring him that in Hicks' dark hour, he was a firm friend! Chub and Don Carterson, over whom hung a cloud of gloom, somewhat inconsistently told their friend to "Cheer up!" while the others were profoundly silent and melancholy. The downfallen idol, thankful that Butch, Pudge, and Beef were at the training tables, left the dining-hall as soon as possible. As he had crossed the Quadrangle to his dormitory, he saw a flamboyant sign on the door: 137

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN TiilS IS THE FRESHMAN DORMITORY, IDCKS DON'T GET BEWILDERED AND RUSH FOR SMITHSON-WHERE THE SOPHS ROOM! All the way up the two flights of stairs in Creighton were elaborate signs, with hands pointing the way to the room of T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., and on his portal was a clever cartoon of himself, driving a delivery wagon holding a football toward the 1918 goal, while Butch Brewster futilely pursued him. Un der it he read: LEA VE IT TO IilCKS-HE WILL DELIVER IT TO THE . SOPHOMORES I At last, he turned from the window, and faced the silent Napoleon, who was still in dustriously retreating from Moscow. "Et tu, Napoleon!" he murmured dramat ically. "If misery loves company, shake hands I have met my Waterloo, old man-rather, I 138

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THE CIRCLE OF GLORY sprinted and caught up with it! My brilliant career at Bannister is ended, shattered in its zenith of glory! Why was Fate so cruel, to guide me to the Sophomore goal, when twen ty-five yards the other way was undying Fame for T. Haviland Hicks, Jr.?" Evidently, Mr. Napoleon did not know, or he was too engrossed with his own desperate affairs, so the gloom-enshrouded Freshman took his beloved banjo down from its honored place on the wall, and entombed it in the closet. "They won't loaf in my room now!" he mourned. "They will not believe in me after -today! Butch, Beef, and Fudge will never be my chums again! Forgetting all I have done for the class, '19 will remember only this tragic failure! If Jack Merritt had out witted me, it would not be so crushing, but to think that I dealt myself such a blow--" 139

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,T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN Hearing an apologetic cough, he turned and beheld Theophilus Opperdyke; the shrinking little Freshman, terribly embar rassed, yet determined, gazed at the dis graced Hicks with such a woebegone expres sion that the dethroned hero was forced to smile. "I-I just came from supper, sir!" faltered Theophilus, nervously, "and I-that is, Hicks, sir-I want to tell you that-that I'm always your friend, no matter what you have done! If there's anything in the world I can do-" "Sure, sit down!" responded Hicks, shaking Theophilus' hand heartily, and p'tlshing him into an easy chair, for there was some thing pathetic in the loyalty of Opperdyke, with his fervent gratitude for the shadowy youth who had saved him from the hazers. "I haven't committed any crime, old man, and 140

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.THE CIRCLE OF GLORY neither have I any hotrible weight on my con science! I do feel worse than if I had taken the pennies from a baby's bank, but--" He was interrupted by the entrance of that heavy-weight triumvirate-Butch Brew ster, Pudge Langdon, and Beef McNaugh ton ; for a second, the alarmed Hicks believed they had called to wreak summary vengeance on his slender frame, but Captain Brewster raised his hand solemnly. "Shakespeare," began Butch eloquently, "compares the thing called glory to the circles made in the water when a pebble is tossed in the pond ; for a time they increase in circum ference, growing, expanding, and thenbang ! They dissolve, and swiftly fade to nothing! Thomas Haviland Hicks, Jr., tossed a pebble into the Bannister pond by escaping from the hazers, and started his circle of glory-he tossed in another by his 141

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN revelation of identity, and a third by h!s lucky class rush stunt, then--" "Then I had a chance to hurl a cobblestone in," finished Hicks, "and instead, I tossed it in the Sophomore puddle! If my Dad ever hears of that touchdown, I'll never be for given! My circle of glory is fading, all right-as Shakespeare wisely stated-but, I'll throw a rock as big as Gibraltar in the Bannister pond next!" The three behemoth Freshmen stood, regarding the erring Hicks with such lugubri ous expressions of tragic grief that he was enraged, and he hurled pillows at them with deadly aim. "See here!" he protested. "This may be a funeral, but it is not that of T. Haviland Hicks, Jr. ! If so, the Sophomores will fid that I am a very active corpse! If you think that one blow-especially when delivered by 142

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THE CIRCLE OF GLORY myself-is going to knock me out, pllt an error in your box-score !" Then the big Freshmen proceeded to in form Hicks what a terrible shame he had brought upon his class, how the Sophomores were triumphant, and the honor of '19 was being mocked and jeered at Bannister. They pointed out that Jack Merritt's star was in the ascendancy, and that unless the disgraced first-year leader erased the blot from their record by redeeming himself, his classmates could never lift up their heads again! "You can never again deceive us as to your athletic powers, Hicks!" declared Pudge, at last. "We know you now as a genial im postor, and in athletics '19 has leaned on a broken reed! But because of your escape from the hazers, and your brilliant inspira tion in that affair, we have decided to off er you a chance to atone for this blunder, and 143

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN reinstate yourself and '19 in the eyes of old Bannister !" "Name it, Pudge !" plead the chastened Freshman. "How much do you want to sell it for? Give me this chance to outwit Jack Merritt, and--" "Listen." Pudge was heavily impressive. "If you, Thomas Haviland Hicks, Jr., desire to redeem yourself and climb back on the pedestal from which you booted yourself so ignominiously today-do something that na class since '04 has done-steal the Sopho more colors, so '19 can wear them Color Day!" On the morning before Bannister closed for the Christmas holidays, the Sophomores always wore for the first time, in chapel, the official colors chosen for their college course. Tradition demanded that the Freshmen learn, if possible, what these colors would be; the

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THE CIRCLE OF GLORY second-year class must wear them on Color Day, and the under-classmen, if they suc ceeded, concealed the same colors about them as they marched into chapel. Then-to the dismay of the Sophomores, they produced the colors worn by their rivals, and flaunted them triumphantly! However, as the older class usually managed to keep secret until the proper day what colors were chosen, as Pudge said, no Freshman class since '04 had been victorious on Color Day. "At '18's last class-meeting," explained Butch, earnestly, "several combinations of colors were suggested, and the class wanted time to deliberate; this splendid plan was ad :vanced and adopted-each combination under consideration was designated by a num ber. Between then and the next meeting, the Sophs voted for their class colors right before our eyes !" 145

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IT. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN "What!" Hicks was incredulous, but his classmate went on: "Heavy Hughes, let us say-handed the Color Committee his vote, a slip of paper with his name and '2,' for instance, on it; that meant, a vote for color combination num ber two, which might be anything, we don't know. The Committee sets down a mark for '2,' and tears up Heavy's vote, then crosses out his name from the list. At the next class-meeting, the number having the most marks opposite it-that will be announced, and the class colors read out!" Butch closed the door, locked it, and low ered his voice mysteriously. "Hicks," he said dramatically, "next Wednesday night, at eight o'clock, the Sopho mores hold their class-meeting in the History classroom in Recitation Hall-then, they will decide on their colors ! Of course, a lot of 146

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THE CIRCLE OF GLORY other business will be transacted, and the room will be guarded against listening Freshmen. "That is your chance, Hicks! If you, with seemingly insuperable odds against you, can succeed in hearing what colors are an nounced Wednesday as the official ones of '18, so we Freshmen can wear them on Color Day-and the Sophomores must not know you get them-for they would change them, then-you will erase from the slate forever all memory of your ridiculous fiasco on Ban. nister Field today!" The slender Freshman was silent, appar ently plunged in profound 111editation, and his classmates waited breathlessly, believing that he was striving to have an "inspiration." At last, just a s Beef was about to break the silence with a suggestion, T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., showed how intent 'lie was in the stealing 147

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN of the 1918 colors by bursting into uncon trollable laughter ! "I just c-can't help it, Butch!" he shrieked, throwing himself on the bed in a paroxysm of mirth. "It's so funny! I wish I could see a motion picture of myself, with you in full cry, flying down the field! Oh ! Oh ! I shall die of laughing, I know I shall !" "Not of laughter!" growled Beef. "Of us ! But-ha! ha! It is ridiculous, Hicksho ! ho! To see you, looking like a stuffed dromedary, loping over the chalk-marks, and Butch pounding madly after you! Oh, I ought to crush you, but I have just got to laugh!" "Haw! Haw!" roared Pudge suddenly, collapsing on the davenport, and a second later the wrathful Butch surrendered, shak ing with glee, and dived head first into a pile of cushions, belaboring them wildly with 148

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THE CIRCLE OF GLORY both hands, while Theophilus Opperdyke, with serious countenance and big, solemn eyes, sat on the extreme edge of his chair and gazed at them. "We forgive you, Hicks!" gasped Beef, as he staggered for the door. "You irrepres sible, incorrigible, sunny-tempered wretch! You are as cheerful in def eat as in victory! Come on, Pudge-we can't punish him, but the upper-classmen will make life miserable for him unless he steals 'r8's colors!" When little Theophilus had followed Beef and Pudge from the room, big Butch Brew ster stopped his smiling, and placed both hands on Hicks' shoulders, gazing into that youth's twinkling eyes. "I have got faith in you, old man!" he dedared earnestly. "And while you are not an athlete, you have got a quick mind. Hicks, the Sophomores have been hazing of 149

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. T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN late, and they are a trifle too severe, for some of the more delicate fellows in our class. And now that they have won the class foot ball game, they will haze all the harder ! "It isn't for myself I want it stopped-it's for chaps who aren't physically strong that I ask protection! I guess it's impossible to do it, but if we could only, in some way, force them to go easier! You cleverly managed to keep them from hazing you and Opperdyke, and I hoped--" T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., gave a good imita tion of his natural self as he gazed at the behemoth, serious Butch, and all his debo nair, blithesome self-confidence beamed on his cherubic countenance as he spoke: "Butch, old man-just leave it to me! Just to show my class spirit, I will, at one fell blow, steal the Sophomore class colors, acquire a power that will force them to stop 150

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THE CIRCLE OF GLORY all hazing, and again adorn my classic brow with the laurel wreath of Fame!" "Listen, Hicks." Butch was ominously calm. "If I want to hear fairy tales, I'll get Beef to read Hans Christian Andersen, or Mr. Grimm, to me! Here we have offered you a chance to redeem your disgraced self for that terrible fizzle of today, and you are as boastful as ever! Bah-you are hopeless, and if the upper-classmen ridicule for a year, I'll rejoice, you human misprint!" But when the irate Butch Brewster, raging like a volcano at the care-free Hicks, had lumbered across the corridor and slammed his door with expressive force, the erstwhile Freshman idol stared meditatively at Mr. Napoleon, and his scholarly brow was cor rugated with thought. "Why not?" he asked of that melancholy general. "Why can't I accomplish all three 11 151

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN things at once? All I need is an inspiration big enough to achieve the two feats-get the '18 colors without them knowing it, and find a weapon to awe them into giving up hazing! The fear of ridicule is the most potent force for humbling the proud, as 7 learned today! But the inspiration-I must have one, for this is my chance !" A few minutes later the startled Bannister collegians heard a most familiar noise, and Jack Merritt, scarcely believing his ears, looked across the Quadrangle incredulously. He saw, at a window on the third floor of Creighton Hall, a slender figure, posing like a troubadour, and a raucous voice proclaimed a song, half original, to the campus and dormitories: "It's easy enough to be cheerful, When Life flows along like a song-But the fellow worth while, is he who can smile,

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THE CIRCLE OF GLORY When everything goes dead wrong! So mark this down in your memory, That while Misfortune may frown; T. Haviland Hicks is the fellow who sticks Oh, you Sophomores can't keep him down!" Butch Brewster, hearing the discordant chaos from Hicks' room, and smiling at the chorus, murmured: "Our Hicks is himself again-now watch out, '18, for he is surely going to hurl his cobblestone into the water, and start a mighty circle of glory 1" •

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IX ICHABOD SCORES AN ASSIST BUTCH BREWSTER, that usually good-natured behemoth Freshman, hurled his bulk excitedly up and down the length of Hicks' tiger-skin rug; his volcanic wrath made the most vivid pyrotechnic erup tions of Mt. Vesuvius pale into insignificance. T. Haviland Hicks, Jr. , who was concentrating his colossal intellect on the ex tremely difficult mental effort required to adjust properly a scarf of most futuristic de sign , paused to regard his classmate with mild. interest. 154

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ICHABOD SCORES AN ASSIST "Bah Jove, Butch, old top!" he commented, imitating a London fop for the benefit of his friend, who, it seemed, was not much bene fited by Hicks' dramatic effort. "How per turbed you must be! Aw, say-if you had to bothaw with getting this blawsted scawf knotted correctly, old chap, you'd have cause to rage, don't y' know!" "Cause!" exploded Butch, for the blithe some Freshman's jocund serenity never failed to arouse his ire. "Ca use! You--" "Don't say 'cause' so often, Butch!" re quested the debonair Hicks, who was ar rayed like a lily of the field. "You remind me of the blooming suffragettes ovah in my deah England, y' know! The very word makes me shuddah, old top! My word! I really believe this scawf is horribly out of fawshion !" "So will you oe in a second!" growled tlie 155

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rr. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN big football star, seizing the grinning Hicks in a firm grip, and towing him across the room to a calendar on the wall, drawing out his watch on the way. "You'll be out of the window, you pestersome, conscienceless wretch! Look-it is half-past seven on Tues day night ! Your chance of getting the '18 colors is as thin as our beloved Ichabod, and there you posed before the mirror, wasting precious time on that lurid tie, and torturing me with your idiotic humor !" , Butch was justified in his wrath, for after Thanksgiving night, when T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., had become his old, confident self again, blithely assuring his erstwhile team mate that he would have an inspiration, the bulky Freshman had believed that his happy go-lucky friend would plot to steal the Sopho more colors. But the night before the second-year col-156

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ICHABOD SCORES AN ASSIST legians' class-meeting had come, and Hicks' mighty mind seem burdened by no more im portant a thought than that of getting his scarfpin at the proper angle. Indeed, after his melodious song-which seemed to an nounce to the campus his recovery from the shock of his reverse touchdown, the festive Hicks had taken up again his care-free, but terfly existence, to the intense indignation of his friend, Butch Brewster. The ridicule and laughter of the smdents he took with a cheery smile, and though the Sophomores exulted loudly, the upper-class men soon forgot the tragic football episode, and T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., was the same sunny-tempered, irrepressible, generous Freshman as ever. He devoted his time to the laborious tasks of twanging the banjo, singing, taking his friends downtown for a juicy steak at "Jerry's," entertaining his 157

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN classmates, and-listening joyously to the lectures of the earnest Butch. "Ouch, Butch!" protested the helpless Hicks. "You aren't bucking a scrimmage line now--" "No!" agreed Butch, with grim humor. "I am tackling a dummy! You graceless, abandoned, animated butterfly! You fashion-plate-you tailor's model-walking haberdashery shop! T. Haviland Hicks, Jr. -the 'glass of fashion, and the mold of form!' Some form you have, you string of macaroni ! I believe I will wreak vengeance on you now-for the sake of I 9 I 9 !" But Hicks was not destined to suffer for his offenses against the dignity of his class at that moment, for he was saved from Butch by the startling and unexpected entrance of that skyscraper Freshman, Ichabod, the elongated right end. As t4is spectral splin-158

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ICHABOD SCORES AN ASSIST ter was in that high-collared, uncomfortable , state of being known as "dressed-up," his classmates forgot their feud to stare at him. Ichabod, who seemed taller than the Wool worth Building, and as thin as one of Abra ham Lincoln's rails, was most appropriately named by the collegians after the hero of Sleepy Hollow. He hailed from some rural region to which he proudly ref erred as "back at Bedwell Center, where I come from," and he believed everything the students told him, which belief gave him a most weird and won drous knowledge. His hands and feet appeared on the scene several inches too soon, and were wildly out of proportion to his bean-po1e figure; he was so tall that he seemed to bend over at the top, and his protuberant Adam's apple bobbed up and down vigorously as he talked, whicli he always did as though delivering his con-159

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN :versation by contract. Atop of his long, crane-like neck was perched a hammer-head, adorned with fiery red hair, and his blue eyes beamed frankly from an honest, freckled countenance. "I say, Hicks-" he began, in a thin, shrill iVOice that convulsed even the wrathful Butch, "I say-you know the Sophomores choose their class colors tomorrow night? Well, I got an inspiration as to how we fellers can steal them! You know-you know I took shorthand an' typewritin' back at Bed well Center High School, where I come from, an' I'm helpin' to pay my way at college by doin' office-work for--" "Pause, you human string-bean!" begged Hicks, gasping for breath. "Don't talk on a: limited express schedule-put on a local train of thought, and stop at a few stations, so Butch and I can climb aboard!" 16o

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ICHABOD SCORES AN ASSIST "An' there's a dictatin' machine in the Gym office." Ichabod never hesitated. "You've seen it, fellers-it's like a phonnygraph, only it's got electric batteries; there's a place you put a blank record on, an' then you s tart the thing an' talk-Mr. Holden, the gym in structor, does-the letters into a funnel! An' I come along later, with a basketful of them records he talked in the daytime, an' stick on one, an' listen to what he talked-an' then I typewrite from--" "Time out!" shouted Hicks, as Butch col lapsed on the bed. "Listen, Ichabod-my education has been sadly neglected, but I have used a dictaphone, and I know all about it! I suppose your brilliant idea is to hide the Gym office one in the History classroom, and get a record of what the Sophs say about the colors! "First, you mental wonder, who of the 161

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• , T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN Freshmen could be in the room to start the machine at the right instant, and to stop it when we wanted the record? Last-a dicta phone is made for a noisy office, and the man dictating into one puts his face close to the funnel, and talks in a low, clear tone-the blank record won't catch sounds even a few feet away, so--draw the curtain on your hopes!" The awkward Ichabod, tragic sorrow on his honest face, sat down on the davenport, with a series of double-jointed movements resembling the coupling-up of a freight train, and mourned: "That's so, Hicks! But I was hopin' you might catch them colors with a dictyphone ! Back at Bedwell Center-where I come from -folks look on me as a detacative ! I've read all kinds of books an' stories about them, an' I sent off an' got a book called to Be162 ••

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ICHABOD SCORES AN ASSIST come A Detacative In Six Weeks!" Full in structions ! I've read about these dicty graphs what Detacative Burns uses to get evidence, an' I hoped this plan would work!" The skyscraper Freshman's intensely ear nest ambition to become a "detacative" was enough to provoke hilarity, and T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., foresaw in the loose-jointed, cred ulous youth a veritable goldmine of future entertainment for himself. "Why the gay scenery, Sherlock Holmes?" he inquired, when he could control an insane desire to laugh. "Where is the party, old man? Or are you working on a case for Scotland Yard tonight, and--" "You're pokin' fun at me, Hicks!" vowed Ichabod, with a remarkable demonstration of his powers as a sleuth. "But say, fellersthere's a real detacative downtown at the Grand Opery House tonight, givin' a lecture, 163

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rr. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN for fifty cents! I'm goin' down, to see if I can pick up anything from this detacativehere' s the dodger--" Ichabod produced a carefully folded hand bill and held it out to the solemn Hicks, who was nearly stifled with suppressed laughter; the blithesome Freshman unfolded the poster slowly , and read: LECTURE! In the Grand Opera House -Tuesday night, December first-Benefit the new Y. M. C. A. "Mo'dem Means and Methods in Detective Work"-by Detective William P. Malden, of the William J. Bums Detective Bureau. Mr. Malden will exhibit and demonstrate many modern and scientific devices for trapping criminals and gathering evidence. Admission-fifty cents. T . Haviland Hicks, Jr., stared at the printed bill as if he fully expected to behold it turn to a bright butterfly and flutter away! Then, to the surprise of the bewildered Butch, 164 •

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ICHABOD SCORES AN ASSIST and the consternation of the dressed-up Icha bod, the Freshman leader executed a high dive to the bed, where he stood on his head, rolled over and over, and indicated an excess of joy! "You act just like a decapitated rooster, Hicks," commented the indignant Butch Brewster, "flopping around like that-what's wrong? Oh, Ichabod, I verily believe that long-delayed shipment of inspiration has at last reached our graceless classmate!" "Ichabod!" Hicks arose and sternly faced the bewildered Freshman from Bed well Center, Pennsylvania. "An hour more, and it would have been too late! A most glorious chance to humble '18 would have been forever lost, had you not shown me this poster! On what a slender thread hangs the destinies of kings-and other things ! I shudder, Butch, to think how near '19 was to 165 •

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,T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN tragedy, had this human lathe not let a great light into my mighty brain--" "It couldn't be done with a searchlight!" responded Butch, pleasantly. "If you will cease that dramatic rigmarole, Hicks, and kindly explain what colossal idea has now possessed that infinitesimal atom known as your mind--" From an idling, care-free youth who had been extremely perturbed over the correct knotting of his lurid scarf, T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., was suddenly transformed into the spirit of quick action. All his nonchalance dropped from him as a garment discarded, and he lost no time in starting a whirlwind campaign with a decisiveness that cleared him from Butch's charge of being uncon cerned about the Sophomore colors. "Quick, Butch!" he ordered. "Don the glad scenery-it's nearly time for the lecture 166

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ICHABOD SCORES AN ASSIST now! Ichabod, hustle down to the driveway and hail old _Dan Flannagan' s royal equipage -he brought some prof from the station a few minutes ago! I'll shake Beef and Pudge into their best clothes-you fellows are going on a Hicks' Personally Conducted Tour!" Butch, resigned to the inevitable, hurtled to his room and broke every known Bannister record for quick dressing-up, while the lengthy Ichabod went down the stairs seven at a time, to the campus ; Hicks, thanks to his Brewster-condemned habit of imitating a butterfly on all occasions, was able to spend his moments in urging Pudge and Beef from dormitory garb to something a trifle more suitable for lecture attendance. Ten minutes later, the four Freshmen ' joined the waiting Ichabod on the campus, by the driveway. Here stood a rickety, dilapi dated old hack, in the shafts of which was 12

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN propped an antiquated, indifferent-looking old horse that seemed to have gone into a profound slumber. On the box sat a with ered, weazened little old man, arrayed in a time-worn, yet still gaudy red coat, and a battered, imposing coachman's hat tilted at a cheerful angle on his head-he grinned at the collegians, flicked his long whip, and ex claimed: "Lord Nelson-wake up there! Here's some av thim Bannister lads, an' ye can't slape wid them aroun' ! Some wild prank afoot Oi'll vow! Ye must promise owld Dan ye'll not kick the bottom out av hack, afore Lord Nelson will consint to pull ye downtown !" Old Dan Flannagan and his somnolent horse, "Lord Nelson," formed a famous Bannister tradition-for countless years, he had plied between the station and the campus, 168

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ICHABOD SCORES AN ASSIST ten cents one way! Joyous collegians, re turning in the fall, piled into the ramshackle old hack, and singing or shouting, were transported to College Hill; at Commence ment returning alumni-staid business men or graduates celebrated in professional pur suits, renewed their youthful memories by riding up, as of yore, with good old Dan! "Freshmen may come, and Seniors may go," one alumnus said of him, "but Old Dan will drive on forever !" "We won't smash your caboose, Dan," Hicks assured him, "but those three heavy weights and that serial-story fellow may sink the old ship ! We want to get to the Grand Opera House quickly, and if Lord Nelson doesn't awaken to a sense of his responsi bility, we'll discharge him and put Ichabod in the shafts. Understand?" The commanding Hicks climbed to the box I(ig

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ICHABOD SCORES AN ASSIST in getting Lord Nelson to understand that something-at least a reasonable interest in the proceedings, was expected of him. "He didn't get his nap out this afternoon," spoke Dan, reflectively. "The poor baste hates to be disturbed whin onc't he gets to slape, lads! Lord Nelson, wake up-we want to get downtown before mornin' !" "Lift him up on the box," advised Butch, while he and Hicks belabored the listless ani mal with their feet. "Maybe we can coast down College Hill, and not bother Lord N elson' s pleasant dreams! But start him, Dan, or we'll have to get out and run-it' s eight o'clock now !" There sounded volcanic rumblings from the inside of the hack, and Ichabod's high pitched voice wailed that he would never get to hear that real "detacative," unless they got off before long. Fudge, who had been 171

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN: asleep when Hicks urged him to dress up, was peacefully imitating Lord Nelson, while the wrathy Beef growled: "I've got an exam tomorrow, so hurry up! If Lord Nelson wants to slumber, send in and get him some pillows! Make Hicks pull the old barouche !" "Lord Nelson ain't balkin', lads!" def ended Dan, as he plied whip, feet, hands, and sting ing words, with equally futile effect. "He's just sound asleep, an'-ah, now he's off! He ain't exactly a self-starter!" With a shuffling gait, seemingly just suf ficient to keep from falling down, the ancient horse moved slowly down the driveway, and the rickety hack, swaying and creaking, rolled along at an almost imperceptible pace. With Hicks and Butch shouting loudly for more speed, Beef roaring "The Dear Old Gold and Green !" m a thunderous voice, 172

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ICHABOD SCORES AN ASSIST Fudge as noisily protesting against the chaos, and Ichabod shrieking shrill requests for haste, Old Dan Flannagan chuckled in glee, as he cracked his whip. "Just loike owld times, lads!" he piped. "Many's the Bannister boys Qi've trans ported in this owld cab, an' many's the wild escapades Qi've seen, too! Twinty-foive years ago Lord Nelson and Qi star. ted travel in' to College Hill! Qnc't Qi had a crowd o' riotous youngsters-Qi mind back in '90, a feller name o' Hicks-he's a rich aluminum now-kicked the bottom out of me hack, an' got away from foive Soppymores what was goin' to haze him ! "Why didn't they set inside wid him? Sure, an' would ye set in a cage wid a ragin' lion, in the dark, Mister Brewster? He was a big chap, Hicks, an' ye should have seen him play football! Always in some wild 173

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN prank, too-they don't have no students at Bannister no more, wid any spirit!" "Oh, don't they?" demanded Butch softly, while Hicks grinned to himself at the way he would narrate his father's college escapades to Thomas Haviland Hicks, Sr. "I think that defect will be remedied, Dan, for the fell ow on your right is a son of that famous Hicks, and I know he is a chip of the old block!" "Him a son of Hicks, '93 ?" Dan surveyed the toothpick Freshman dubiously. "Maybe he is, sor, maybe he is! An' as ye say, he may be a chip of the owld block, but to owld Dan he looks more like just a splinter av it!" Thanks to Lord Nelson's sudden memory of oats ahead, the trip down Main Street was achieved in comparatively good time, and without serious mishap, although several small boys betrayed a reprehensible desire to 174

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN classmate's lumbar region with considerable force, sibilated dramatically: "That's him, all right, Butch-it's him!" "Whoever he is-that' s who he must be!" responded Butch, somewhat puzzled by Hicks' ungrammatical announcement, but somewhat more perturbed by the unexpected collision with an angle of the festive Freshman's structure. "Stop using my feet for a promenade, you graceless lunatic, and sit down!" The Town Hall, as Pudge insisted on calling the auditorium, was well filled, so that the Freshman quintette graced the greater part of a row in the rear, though the sectional Ichabod experienced some difficulty in confining himself to the space allowed him by his ticket. To the.joy of the excited T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., there were only a few collegians present, and no Sophomores-due to the fact 178

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HICKS EXPLAINS that the first-term examinations were omi nously near, something that weighed lightly on that care-free collegian. The lecture by the Burns Agency detective was intensely interesting, and the Hicks' Personally Conducted Tour expedition were soon absorbed in the descriptions of the work, and in the narratives of big cases the sleuth had handled. Detective Malden carefully avoided the sensational as he described clearly the Bertillon system, the method of finger-print identification, the process of "shadowing," and other phases of his profes sional life. "Look at Ichabod!" whispered Fudge, next to the Bedwell Center prodigy, who adorned one end of the row. "What in the world is he doing-reporting this lecture for The Bedwell Center News?" The skyscraper Freshman overflowed his 179

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN seat, so that he sat like a senile turkey humped on its roost-his knees, propped against the back of the seat ahead, were on a level with his chin, and served admirably as a writing-desk. The elongated Ichabod, with a stenographic pad and pencil, was actually taking down shorthand notes of De tective Malden's lecture; oblivious to everything else in the world, he was gathering hints from a "real detacative" ! The expression on his homely, honest coun tenance was one of deepest reverence and hero-worship; he seemed to look on the detec tive, who was more like a practical business man than the popular conception of a sleuth, as nothing less than a demi-god, and he regarded the lecturer with such an awed, wor shipful air that Hicks anp Butch, aware of the cause, were hugely amused. "Watch him, Butch," grinned Hicks, as 18o

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HICKS EXPLAINS Ichabod jotted down a few weird characters, which were instructions in the art of shadow ing. "Our would-be Sherlock Holmes is pre paring for his 'detacative' career!" Soon, however, the frivolous T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., was as fully engrossed in the lec ture, for Detective Malden began to exhibit and illustrate the use of modern devices for trapping criminals, or gathering evidence. He showed a few mechanical and scientific arrangements that the Freshmen had never dreamed of, and some, they believed, existed only in fiction. "Here," he held up what seemed to be a coil of insulated wire, with a round, black disc, two inches thick, at each end, and the batteries in a small leather case, "I have a form of the detectaphone, known as the 'magniphone,' for it not only catches conver sation in one room and transfers it to another, 181

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,T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN but it also intensifies the voices to almost the natural volume. "There is nothing mysterious about this method of evidence gathering. The magni phone is similar to a telephone, only the mouthpiece, or the disc into which sounds enter, is at one end of the wires, and it con tains the mechanism for magnifying sound ; from the disc at the other end the conversa tion is heard. Sound is transmitted in one direction only and even a whisper is transmitted with wonderful distinctness-as the apparatus is easily concealed, it is an excel lent means of overhearing conversation at a safe distance." Hicks drew a long breath, and Detective Malden went on: "The trap, of course, is always laid before hand. The end holding the mouthpiece disc, as we shall call it, though the speaker 182

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HICKS EXPLAINS does not come near it, is concealed behind a picture, let us say, in the criminal's room. Carefully concealed wires run to the detec tive's place, where is located the disc from which th& sound comes, and also, the electric batteries. "The detective may be a square away from the offender's room, but the magniphone will catch what is said, and transfer it, almost in the same volume, to him-an advantage over the dictagraph. He may have witnesses to listen with him, or what is more sure evi dence, he may use the recordagraph, a ma chine that registers the talk on a blank record, for future reference! I regret that I do not have a recordagraph with me, but--" T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., suddenly lost inter est, and when, a few moments later, the lecturer had thrown on the screen back of him some motion pictures of tlie New York Police 13 183

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN dogs in action, the animated Freshman brought down on his devoted head the wrath of Butch Brewster, by again referring his angular elbow to that worthy's side. "Listen, Butch," he whispered. "When this lecture ends, you fellows go up to Icha bod's room, understand? Wait for me-I'll be back sometime before midnight, but stay up! Don't tell anyone else-there's work ahead of us tonight, and if you want to get the '18 colors-leave it to me!" As Butch could not think of anything less perilous to do than to agree that Hicks should plan the campaign, he growled an assent, and the slender Freshman climbed over Pudge and the hypnotized Ichabod, making his way from the Grand Opera House. His class mates were naturally much mystified at his defection , but Brewster reminded them that it was a Hicks' Tour, and they must 184

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HICKS EXPLAINS not wonder at anything their leader did. A few moments later, after the crowd had left the hall, and Butch and his comrades were standing in the foyer, they were petrified at beholding the debonair T. Haviland \ Hicks, Jr., walking out beside the lecturer, in fact, carrying one of Detective William P. Maiden's suitcases. The envious Ichabod stared in wonder at Hicks, who had gone around to the stage door to enter the audi torium, but a great flood of understanding inundated Butch's brain as he heard the de tective remark, with a friendly smile: "And I had quite forgotten, Thomas, that your father had mentioned you were a Fresh man at his alma mater! Come over to my room at the hotel for a while, and tell me of your college experiences and--" "Come, fellows !" said Butch, as the blithe some Hicks winked in a friendly fashion, 185

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN l over his shoulder. "I understand-now! I really begin to feel that, after all, Hicks in tends to steal '18's colors!" It was midnight when the Freshman quar tette, waiting in Ichabod's room at the end of Creighton's second floor corridor, tired and sleepy, and saying all manner of pleasant things about the absent one, heard a soft knock on the door. Beef opened it, and ad mitted the tardy Hicks, who bore a large, mysterious bundle-this, after the portal was locked, he opened dramatically on the study table, revealing a coil of wire, with black discs at each end, and some batteries in a leather case. "Are you studying to be an electrician ?" queried Fudge. "Why, that's the magni phone the detective showed ! How did you land it, Hicks, and what are you going to do with that outfit-imitate a real sleuth?" 186

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HICKS EXPLAINS "Oh, he is going to hang it on the wall!" retorted Butch, forgetting that Pudge and Beef had not been present when Ichabod out lined his futile idea of the dictaphone. "Don't ask foolish questions, Pudge !" As Hicks was showing unmistakable indi cations of a desire to talk, not an unnatural feeling with him, and the mystified Fresh men were perfectly willing for him to clear up the fog that enshrouded his actions, he was cheerfully given the floor. "Fellows," he began impressively, "I shall not gather to myself any glory, if we annex the '18 colors, for Fortune has favored me! First of all, let me say that Detective William P. Malden was formerly of Pittsburgh, and that he has handled many cases for my Dad, so we are well acquainted. It was a lucky coincidence that he should lecture in town at this time, but if Ichabod had failed to 187

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN! produce that poster-I cannot speak of it! "To be brief-I explained to him our in tense ambition to outwit 'r8, and asked him to let me use this magniphone tonight-for it's morning now! I promised to be finan cially responsible for its safe return, which he construed to mean that if it got smashed by the Sophs, my Dad would make good. He was glad to accommodate me, and said that my father would be better pleased if I succeeded in this stunt than he was when he . heard of my reverse touchdown! "Now, members of r9r9, let us to worK, for we shall gain a record of the Sophomore colors, spoken in the voices of--" "Has this wild night turned what little mind you possess, Hicks?" demanded Butch indignantly. "How can you get a recordyou didn't borrow any recordagraph, because the detective had none! You can overhear 188

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HICKS EXPLAINS the conversation of the class meeting, with this magniphone, but-as to getting a per manent record--" T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., lowering his voice, announced thrillingly: "The dicta phone! By the dictaphone, over in the Gym office, ..l shall secure a record, in the Sophomores' voices, of what colors '18 chooses tonight in the class meeting! And once I possess that fatal record-well, I have . a plan that I believe will bring marvelous results!" Quite justifiably, the spectral Ichabod, believing that the beaming Hicks had appro priated his thunder, grew excited, and his Adam's apple did a war dance on his long neck, bobbing up and down ridiculously. "Dictaphone!" he shrilled wildly. Hicks, l thought of that detacative scheme, now, Oidn't I, Butch? It's not fair--" 189

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN1 "Pause, Ichabod!" requested Hicks, as the tall Freshman threatened to wax vociferous. "Your idea is what gave me an inspiration, and . you aided by telling of the lecture, so all the glory is yours ! But your plan, you re member, was to use the dictaphone only, and to place it in the Sophs' class-meeting roomyou admit, that was out of the question. "My plan is this-since we have no record agraph, to use our ingenuity and make one! While by the dictagraph-the magniphonewe can learn the Sophomore colors, we should not have any proof of our feat, in case they change them before Color Day! "By my idea, we shall get a record, even as though we had a recordagraph, for we shall invent one; fellows, we have got to get this magniphone safely wired and hidden to night, and we must test out the dictaphone, to see if my inspiration works--" 190

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HICKS EXPLAINS Butch Brewster seized the shadow-like Hicks in a firm grip. you tell us how we are to get that record," he demanded, "and cease babbling about it, or must I--" Hicks, gaining his release by a fervid promise to enlighten their darkened intellects, picked up the coil of wire and pointed to the disc that gave forth the conversations. "You know the sound comes out here, at almost the natural volume in which the voice makes it! Also, any noise we make cannot be transmitted to the History room, unless we rig this up backwards ! By bringing the Gym office dictaphone to Ichabod's room, where we shall install the batteries and the talking end of the magniphone, putting on a blank record, ready to start the machine any instant, we shall get the fatal record of '18's colors! 191

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN "How? By holding this disc, from which the sound comes, close to the funnel of the dictaphone, with the blank record ready! By starting and stopping the dictating machine at will, we shall get just the evidence we want! And once we have that record--" There was an awed silence, as the magni tude of the achievement, if it succeeded, dawned on the other Freshmen. Of course, there was a chance the plan might be dis covered, but everything was in their favor ! ";Hicks," said Butch Brewster slowly, "I take it all back, you are worth something to your class ! I foresee how you will corral glory in a measure that will far exceed what your football playing lost! You will be famous, and your wonderful deed shall echo down the corridors of Time, a Bannister tradition! With this record, you will con quer the Sophomores, ana hold them up to 192

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HICKS EXPLAINS greater ridicule than that to which you were exposed! " Now, it happened that Hicks' plan differed slightly from the prediction of Butch, but the praise of his classmate impressed the sunny Freshman, and he did not utter the sentences his mind had framed; in fact, T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., was at that moment assailed by a mighty temptation, and because of it, he failed to tell his plans. "Lead on, mighty chief!" Beef bowed wor shipfully to him. "The fate of '18 lies in thy hands, and we are but thy humble hench men!" "Then-to work!'" urged Hicks, briskly, as he awoke from his reverie. "In a brief time, we must have the magniphone and wires concealed, and running between Icha bod's retreat and the History classroom, and we must test the batteries, the apparatus, and 193

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. T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN its e:ff ect on the dictaphone. The latter we must take back to the Gym, and get it over here again tomorrow-I mean, today-while everyone is at supper! "Because '18 totally fails to suspect the of such modern methods, we have a big chance of success! Don't breathe the scheme to a soul-come, let's get busy, for mischief is afoot!" The lengthy Ichabod, fairly paralyzed by the wonderful scheme that had originated in the brain of T. Haviland J r.-that of hitching up the magniphone to the dicta phone, and thereby getting a recordagraphgazed at that slender, debonair youth with profound admiration beaming on his honest face. "Why, Hicks-" he gasped, and from him no greater praise could have come, "you you'd make a real detacative !" 194

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XI ICHABOD SPEAKS! DAME FORTUNE, following her tradition and favoring the brave, smileCI on T. Haviland Hicks, Jr. The night was dark enough for such mysterious deeds as he plotted, all of the unsuspecting collegians but a few industrious grinds, such as Theophilus, had voted in favor of slumber--()nly here and there a light gleamed from the dormitory windows. The greatest danger might loom on the scene in the figure of old "Cyclops," as the rheumatic night-watchman was classically 195

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,T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN named by the students, because he possessed but one eye. He had formerly served on the town police force, until the accident and the weight of years disqualified him, when he had taken up his more strenuous duties as nocturnal guardian of the Bannister College campus. With wonderful forethought, the brilliant Hicks had seen that Ichabod's boudoir was an ideal base of operations. It was on the second floor of Creighton Hall, and at the extreme end of the corridor, in one wing of the building-the end of Recitation Hall, con taining, on the first floor, the History class room, was separated from the Freshman dor. mitory by an alleyway a few feet wide, so that from the window of Ichabod's room to those of the Sophomore class meeting, would be a short distance. That wing of Creighton was overgrown Ig6

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ICHABOD SPEAKSl with ancient ivy, from which Ichabod's win dows peered, and the thick leaves offered a concealment for the detectagraph wires. Hicks, reconnoitering the ground with an electric flashlight, found to his joy that the after coming down the dormitory wall under the historic ivy, could run through a drainpipe under the boardwalk that passed through the alleyway. Up the face of Reci tation Hall they could be hidden behind the rain-spout, passing back of the open shutter, into the History room. "No one will find them!" he whispered to Butch, who was acting as Hicks' aide-de camp. "And thanks to Uncle Jimmy's love for that antique bookcase, the very window we shall use is half-hidden behind it-no one in the room can detect the wires, while out side the shutter will serve!" "Uncle Jimmy" Reese, . the venerable, 197

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN revered History instructor, was extremely absent-minded, and as he had left at least two windows unlocked, the Napoleonic Hicks was not forced to employ burglaric methods of entrance. Cr;:i.wling in, he made sure, with his flashlight, that the old bookcase was in the corner, blotting out, from the interior, most of the needed window by the rain-spout. "All right, Butch!" breathed the inde fatigable Hicks, writhing over the window sill into his bulky comrade's arms. "Uncle Jimmy hasn't moved that Noah's Ark book case for a decade, and as the window needs to be raised only an inch, we seem safe! Get on the trail of a ladder-the hard work will be to persuade the wires down the face of Creighton, under the ivy!" With the reconnoitering finished, the Freshmen, directed by that master strate gian, T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., started an 198

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ICHABOD SPEAKS! active campaign of labor. The electric bat teries and the speaking end of the magni phone were left in Ichabod's room, the wires followed the route planned, and after entering the History room, the receiving disc was carefully hidden behind the bookcase. The entire apparatus was carefully concealed, and unless some unforeseen calamity collided with their plans, success seemed within their grasp! Pudge having brought the dictaphone and blank records from the Gymnasium office to Ichabod's retreat, all was ready for the official test of the Hicks magniphone-dicta phone-recordagraph. "I'll get records to replace those we use," announced Hicks, as they assembled in the dormitory room. "Professor Holden should gladly donate them to the cause of '19, how ever! All this outfit must be taken down 14 199

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN after we get the state secrets of '18, but we won't mind, if we succeed! "Ichabod, I unanimously elect you as the one who must v.enture forth to the History room-introduce that longitude of yours through the second window, and when you see me flash this light-thus-then you talk!" "Simply talk!" added Beef, humorously . . "Don't sing, or awaken the college with that steam-calliope voice of yours! Speak in the same tones the Sophomores would use, and insert a whisper, for a true test-we can't ask you to talk in a natural voice, for that's impossible! Hicks, you might invent a de ;vice to hear the Sophs think--" "No need of it," responded Hicks, with a grin. "They never do it, Beef !" Having allowed several minutes for Icha bod to insinuate his serpentine self into the History classroom, the Freshman leader sig200 •

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ICHABOD SPEAKS I naled from the dormitory window, the flash light laying a gleaming finger athwart the outside darkness for an instant. Then, with the disc of the magniphone held two inches from the funnel of the dictaphone, on which a blank record had been placed, the Freshmen waited in breathless silence--this was the great test of Hicks' ingenious invention! At last a voice, apparently in the room with them, spoke suddenly : "Feller Sophomores! We have gathered together on this momentous occasion to de cide----" The four Freshmen had started nervously at the sound, and looked at each other guilt ily; Hicks, however, had presence of mind enough to start the dictaphone, and the blank cylinder revolved as Ichabod continued: "-on our class colors for illustrious class of 1918 during its glorious career at 201

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN Old Bannister! We have outwitted the fool ish Freshmen, led by the brainless wonder) T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., who scored a touch down for '18 by his brilliant--" "I think that will do !" stated Hicks sud denly, while his companions laughed, and he rather hastily closed the dictaphone to Icha bod's confidences, which seemed inclined to be of a personal nature. "Anyhow, fellows, the magniphone is perfect, and now to test the dictaphone record we have made! Say, won't that garrulous string-bean ever stop talking?" As Hicks had neglected to advise his class mate of a signal to cease conversing and re turn, the accommodating Ichabod, who could hold all world's records for speed in this event, was now directing the flood of speech into channels for his own entertainment. His shrill voice kept pourmg a bewildering 202

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ICHABOD SPEAKS! stream of talk into the dormitory room, where his convulsed colleagues were helpless with laughter. "-And the first principle of detacative work-" he announced eloquently, "is, to un derstand the great importance of seemingly trifling clues and objects! Every detacative must examine with care the most infinites imal things on the scene of a crime, and make his deductions from--" "Come on, fellows!" gasped the dazed Hicks, disconnecting the magniphone bat teries, so that Ichabod's second-hand lecture ceased, at that end of the wires. "We have got to shut him off, or he will alarm the col lege. That's one handicap of our detecta phone, we can't make Ichabod ring off!" To their dismay they beheld, on reaching the campus, the swinging lantern of old Cy clops, who was hobbling toward the Recita203

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN tion Hall, having heard, while on his rounds, mysterious and blood-chilling sounds that originated in the History room. Transfixed with terror, the Freshmen crowded into the alleyway-with Ichabod apprehended, an in vestigation would result, and their hopes of getting 'r8's colors might be lost! Ichabod could not be warned! Helpless, his classmates stood in their concealment, watching the agitated night-watchman bear ing down on the scene-ever, as he . drew near, from the darkness within, the elongated Freshman's voice echoed hollowly as he de clared: "One great power a detacative must pos sess is the ability to shadow an offender, with out himself being observed! William J. Burns says--" It was indeed awe-inspiring, to hear, shat tering the solemn stillness of the dark hour, 204.

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ICHABOD SPEAKS 1 Ichabod's grandiloquent flights of speech winging from the inky blackness of the His tory room. Old Cyclops, with a remarkable imitation of courage, drew his revolver bravely, held up his lantern after the Goddess of Liberty fashion, and peered blinkingly into the classroom. "Hey, what's goin' on here?" he demanded, the lantern and the revolver holdirig a wob bling match, with dishonors even. "What fer is them queer
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lT. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN courageous limb of the law had tremblingly faced the wild host on the station platform, drawn his revolver-which was never loaded, and under no conditions would he have used -and quavered: "No demonstratin', boys! Disperse peace able, or blood will flow!" . Blood did not flow, however, but the ex cited collegians did-toward the detraining football heroes, and the doughty guardian of the peace was harmlessly swept to one side, where he kept muttering doggedly : 1 "Blood will flow, I warn ye, blood will flow!" "Don't bother me, Cyclops!" responded Ichabod wrathfully, with a rare presence of mind that was unexpected. "It's a burnin' shame a feller can't practice his oration with out be in' bothered ! There's no show in the daytime for the pesky Sophs, and here after 2o6

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ICHABOD SPEAKS 1 midnight, when nothin' should interfere, you come along!" Cyclops, accustomed to hearing embryo Ciceros and Demostheneses declaiming in the two literary societies' halls, in preparation for oratorical contests, was deluded by Ichabod's irritated mood. "Well, ye' d better climb out!" he ordered, more calmly, since no danger threatened. "Ye' got no right foolin' roun' the campus at this unearthly hour, anyway! If ye' want to orate, go out on the athletic field an' spout in the grandstand-nobuddy'll bother ye there, I'll vow!" Grumbling to himself, Cyclops hobbled away, and the relieved Ichabod crawled through the window, hurrying to his room, where he was joined in a few minutes by his fell ow-plotters, who made his honest face glow with joy as they assured him earnestly 207

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN that not even Sherlock Holmes could have extricated himself so cleverly from such an awkward position! Firmly convinced that the faith of the Bedwell Center folks in his Uetacative powers was fully justified, the lengthy Freshman beamed on his comrades. "Now!" Hicks, master of ceremonies, donned the head-gear, like that of a telephone switch-board operator, of the dictaphoneused by the one translating the dictation from the records to the typewriter. "This is the supreme test, fellows-here goes !" "It works!" rejoiced Beef, judging cor rectly from the beatific expression of tense rapture that adorned Hicks' cherubic coun tenance. "Hicks' great Sophomore-trap is a howling success!" "No, a talking one, Beef," corrected the gratified Hicks, as each Freshman was given the exquisite pleasure of hearing again Icha-2o8

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ICHABOD SPEAKS l bod ' s oration about the '18 colors, and the famous touchdown. "We must put the dicta phone back in the Gym office, and one of us can get it during supper; tonight, slip into Ichabod's room, one at a time, before eight--" "Nobody ever comes here, much," stated Ichabod, "so there's no danger of the magni phone bein' discovered, or bein' detected, in stead of
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ICHABOD SPEAKS! His classmates would have been tremen dously surprised to know that a great temp tation, one that made him , suddenly re frain from :finishing his sentence, possessed the sunny, straightforward T. Haviland Hicks, Jr.

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XII HICKS MAKES A SACRIFICE WHEN the strategic Hicks, after. ren dering a creditable imitation of hard study that night until nearly eight o'clock, stealthily made his way to the rendezvous, he found that an intensely excited quartette of Freshmen had foregathered in the lengthy Ichabod's room. After being admitted, he saw big Butch Brewster striding up and down, like a sentry on his beat, Beef sat staring at the dicta phone, which he had brought over during supper, Pudge blundered around like a great, 212

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iHICKS MAKES A SACRIFICE aimless beetle, while the would-be sleuth from Bedwell Center, Pennsylvania, sat down and popped up with amazing rapidity and a Jack in-the-box effect. Closing and locking the door, the blithe some T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., staggered to the dictaphone, an expression of keen sorrow on his countenance, and tragedy exuding from every pore, while his alarmed class mates waited in breathless silence and sus pense. "Fellows-" gasped Hicks, seemingly crushed by the terrific weight of some mighty sorrow, "on the way over-I found out that-Oh, I just can't tell you the awful discovery I made! You will never forgive me for--" The terrified Freshmen, positive that some tremendous calamity had befallen them, and imagining all manner of dire accidents to 213

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN the magniphone wires, waited in stunned silence, while their sorrowful leader retired to a safe distance from Butch Brewster. "It is terrible!" he groaned, pointing to a most lurid example of neckwear that spoke vociferously for itself. "I found out that I have worn this same scarf to supper for two consecutive days! Think of it, fellows, twice in succession have I adorned myself with the same--" Just as the enraged Butch, followed by the equally volcanic Beef, charged the grinning Hicks, to wreak dire vengeance on his mos quito structure, the alarmed Freshman leader was saved by his own invention; at that perilous instant a sound came from the mag niphone, which had been connected with the batteries. Some one had entered the History classroom, the door slammed noisily, and then-a thunderous silence. 214

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HICKS MAKES A SACRIFICE "You chaps act like . you expected news of friends lost at sea !" chortled the debonair Hicks, as he surveyed them. "Here-let us stage the great Bannister drama entitled, 'The Stolen Colors' I Hold the disc close to the dictaphone funnel, Pudge-they'll pile into the classroom now. Keep it steady, for I'm all prepared to start this machine at the psychological moment!" From the magniphone sounded a scuffling of feet, the tumult of voices, laughter, and snatches of excited conversation; then a hush, and Jack Merritt's voice, as he officially called the class meeting to order, and announced the reading of the last meeting's minutes. Hicks, as serene as though the moment was not charged with terrific thrills, posed grace fully, ready, however, to start the dictaphone at the earliest intimation that something worth recording was on the way. For a time 15 215

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN there was only the usual routine businessreports of committees, of the Treasurer, and details that bored excessively the agitated Freshmen, who dreaded hearing, at any in stant, some Sophomore loudly announce the uninvited presence of the mysterious wires. "Now, fellow Sophomores-" President Merritt's voice became so dignified that in Ichabod's room Hicks instinctively poised his finger to start the dicta phone, "we have come to the most important part of our meeting, the announcement of the official colors, selected by a majority vote, for the illustrious Class of 1918, during the rest of its glorious career at Old Bannister. Thanks to our clever method of knowing the color combina tions under consideration by certain numbers, we have been able to--" In the dormitory room across the alleyway, in Creighton, the smiling Hicks had started 216

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HICKS MAKES A SACRIFICE the dictaphone, and Pudge Langdon held, with trembling hand, the magniphone disc close to the dictation funnel; as the blank record revolved, Jack Merritt, in most sonor ous tones, dictated momentous secrets of 1918 to-the Freshmen! "-vote for our colors," continued the Sophomore leader, "right before those help less mortals, the insignificant Freshmen! I believed Butch Brewster's futile tackle of that heedless, misguided Hicks slammed all of his sensational ideas out of him-since that ridiculous touchdown, he has kept most wonderfully quiet!" "Oh, we have outwitted them, all right!" Heavy Hughes' deep voice boomed over the wires to the delighted Freshmen. "And we'll haze them hard, just to make them re member that we are their masters! It's a burning shame we can not get at Hicks, but 217

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN as Jack says, that scatter-brained nonentity they own as class-leader is considerably sub dued of late!" Hicks, with a beatific smile, made sure the dictaphone was running smoothly, moved Pudge' s hand nearer the funnel, and then the waiting Freshmen heard-"-The result of the voting for class colors-" beautifully clear and distinct was Jack Merritt's voice, flowing over the magni phone wires and into that fatal record-"is that combination three, has received a majority of thirty votes; therefore, the official colors for the Class of 1918, during its course at Bannister College, are-orange and black!" The tremendous applause, with whistling, cheers, and stamping of feet, threatened to wreck the dictaphone, and Hicks, with a triumphant gesture, turned off the machine 218

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HICKS MAKES A SACRIFICE until the riot subsided. No matter what happened now, he had the precious recordthere, inscribed on that innocent-looking black cylinder, was the fate of r9r8 ! . The Freshmen caught a few more sen tences, Sophomore exultations, plans for keeping the colors at a town member's home until the morning of Color Day, then bringing them up to college for the second-year class to wear in chapel, and other details. Then the meeting of the Sophomores ad tiourned, but that of the insignificant, yet joy ous five members of r9r9, over in Ichabod's room, held a longer session! "We have done it!" breathed Beef, awed by the achievement. "All this apparatus must be taken down, and the dictaphone returned to the Gym office, but what do we care -Hicks' glory is assured! We'll wear 'r8's colors on Color Day, and when the upper-219

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN classmen harken to this record, Hicks will be famous !" T . Haviland Hicks, Jr., in a strange silence, removed the dictaphone record that was to encompass the downfall of 1918, and gazed at it thoughtfully. His happy class mates waited smilingly for his usual con fident, matter-of-fact fashion of acknowledging that the success of his brilliant exploit had been a foregone conclusion-Butch, whom Hicks' calm assurance always aroused, was ready to crush his blithesome friend with some mildly sarcastic remarks, but the unexpected happened. "I'll take this with me, fellows," said Hicks, slowly, still studying the record gained by his wonderful ingenuity. "Later, Butch, I may need you, Beef, and Pudge; we'll take tlie wires down when the college is asleep. Now that we have succeeded, and gotten the 220

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HICKS MAKES A SACRIFICE fatal record, I want to be alone for a while -I want to think!" The weird fact that the cheery Hicks was actually in earnest paralyzed his comrades, and not even Butch voiced the sentiment that such a thing as the toothpick Freshmen de sired was, for their heedless friend , a mental impossibility. In sheer bewilderment, yet positive that Hicks was not hoaxing them this time, the four first-year collegians stood, in utter quiet, and watched the slender youth walk from the room. "Queer!" growled Beef, exceedingly wor ried. "Just at the moment when he ought to torture us with that 'Oh-I-knew-I-could do-it' attitude of his, he wants to think! And the worst of it is, fellows, Hicks is really seri ous this time-that in itself is a real trag edy!" T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., standing by the 221

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN window of his room, a few moments later, the scatter-brained youth whom none of the collegians would have accused of ever enter taining hospitably a serious thought, was fighting a mighty battle against a terrible temptation. The generous, loyal Freshman, with all his love for his friends, was intensely human, and the power contained in that harmless appearing black cylinder, the means it repre sented of gaining boundless glory, tempted him strongly to do something contrary to his true nature ! "Why not?" he meditated. "Butch, Beef, Pudge, and Ichabod-the only fellows who know of this record, fully expect me to have the Freshman triumph on Color Day, and then to achieve fame and glory by exposing the marvelous feat! They believe I expect to redeem myself, to erase the ignoble mem-222

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HICKS MAKES A SACRIFICE ory of that touchdown, by letting the Juniors and Seniors hear this record, so they will know by what modern methods I got the '18 colors!" His four admiring friends would tell every where the story of his great inspiration, his deed would become a Bannister traditon, he, a campus idol; in after years, the alumni at Commencement Class would narrate how T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., sat calmly and cap tured the Sophomore colors, by an ingenious invention! Never again could the 1918 students jeer at him, and shout: "The grandeur that was '19, and the glory that was Hicks!" Then a sentence from the magniphonenow held ' in that record-came vividly to mind-Heavy's, when he boomed: "'And we'll haze them hard, just to make them remember that we are their masters !" 223

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN After Color Day, if he gained glory for himself by making public the dictaphone record, the enraged Sophomores would haze harder than ever-once the record became known, and the 1918 students ridiculed, it would be useless, save as a means of winning fame for Hicks. But if the cheerful Freshman could sacrifice his love of glory by holding that fatal record as a power to sway the Sophomores, through fear of exposure-"Which shall I do?" murmured the per turbed Hicks, striding up and down the tiger skin rug. "After we triumph on Color DC!-y, let Butch and the other three tell of my stunt, permit the upper-classmen to hear the record, or-thrust aside all hope of glory, and by agreeing to keep this record silent, if I ack Merritt will promise to cease hazing, save my classmates from persecution?" There was no doubt but that Jack, rather 224

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HICKS MAKES A SACRIFICE . tha n have the campus ridicule heaped on him and his class, would do almost anything to k eep that dicta phone record from speaking! The Freshmen would triumph on Color Day, and would be spared any future hazing, if the truth of how the colors were obtained would be suppressed. But-that would mean Hicks must give up his cherished dream of glory, and the erasing from his record of that one blot-the reverse touchdown ! "Shall I sacrifice my chums on the altar of my ambition?" he demanded, pausing before his study-table. "Or give up the glory that is mine, ?-nd save them from hazing?" A volume of Shakespeare lay on the table, open at the play of Hamlet, which the Fresh man English class was studying; Hicks' eye caught the famous advice of old Polonius to his son, Laertes, and he read it several times as he stood, the record in his hands : 225

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. T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN "-To thine ownself be true, and it must follow, as the day the night, thou canst not then be false to any man!" And, the part where the statesman says-"Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel--" T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., carefully placed the precious record on the study-table, exe cuted a joyous dance about the room, and finished at the window, where he gazed out at the gleaming dormitory lights, the well loved campus, with the moonlight silvering the buildings of old Bannister. "Thanks, Bill!" he murmured softly, shedding his somber mood, and emerging his old, sunny self. "Just in time, old man! I'll be true to myself, and then I just can't be false to my classmates, to those poor, nervous fel lows who dread hazing! " 'Those friends thou hast,' eh? Well, I 226

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HICKS MAKES A SACRIFICE guess I have tried the adoption-whatever that is-of many Freshmen, and I'll 'grapple them to my soul' with this record, by making the Sophs cease hazing ! I had a narrow: squeak from going back on my chums, but old Bill Shakespeare saved me! Rah for Shakespeare !" In his exuberance at having won, with such a valuable reinforcement, the battle against a temptation to sacrifice his friends for his own glory, Hicks hurled a fusillade of pillows doorward, just as the portal was pushed open, and Butch Brewster's worried countenance appeared. With a wild whoop of joy, T. Haviland Hicks dragged his friend into the room, shook his hand violently, and announced, to Butch's mystification: "Hicks and Shakespeare won, Butch! The Freshmen are saved-now to let Jack Merritt hear this record, and to get his prom-227

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN ise to stop hazing, if we keep this silent!" "Stop thumping on me, you lunatic!" howled the vastly relieved Butch, rejoicing to see his comrade himself again. "What do you mean by talking of keeping the record silent? Hicks-you don't mean-you can't mean that you will give up your great oppor tunity if Jack will promise-" "Oh, just leave it to me, old man," re sponded Hicks, gayly. "You cannot follow the intricate mechanism of my colossal brain in its workings, but let me explain, with the aid of a chart and pointer, my plan, so that you will see dimly--" Then Butch Brewster, knowing that what ever stress Hicks had suffered, all was well at last, fell upon the grinning Freshman and smote him hip and thigh, until T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., expressed a noisy desire to arbi trate.

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XIII A VICTORY UNPUBLISHED COME in!" Jack Merritt, who was intensely in terested in the strenuous career of one Ulysses as he plunged from one thrilling experience into the next, assisted by Mr. Homer, looked up from his book as a rather imperious knock sounded. The Sophomore leader, who was vastly satisfied with himself and things in general at that moment, smiled complacently at T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., who, though but an humble Freshman, made an entrance greatly resembling the triumphal 229

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X. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN entry of warlike Julius Cresar into Rome. "Well, mighty hero of the gridiron!" hailed the exuberant Jack. "Lowly and in significant Freshman-what would ye have of the glorious Sophomores' chieftain, that ye thus presume to invade his den?" The second-year collegian, in truth, regarded the blithesome Hicks as merely a good-natured, friendly, and utterly futile mortal, and in his own joyous state of being, his attitude toward the splinter Freshman was a mild, tolerant one. Not having asso ciated with the cheerful youth, as had Butch Brewster, Jack Merritt had not learned the real depth of the pestersome troubadour. "Oh, nothing much, friend Grand Mogul," responded Hicks, blithely, by way of recalling to Jack's mind the exceedingly pleasant hazing episode memory. "I just drifted in to let you know that '18's choice of colors meets 230

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A .VICTORY UNPUBLISHED with my important approval! In spite of the popular belief that we are supposed to be green, Jack, I feel that we Freshmen will look simply adorable, adorned with orange and black !" The care-free Hicks could not have petrified the stunned Jack Merritt more effectively had he imitatd Proteus, and changed to a pink baby elephant with purple wings, though the gentleman referred to probably never as sumed that startling disguise. "You-you know, then!" articulated the dazed Sophomore, but he recovered a trifle as a thought assailed his benumbed intellect. "Oh, you are brilliant, Hicks, but you have shown your hand too soon! I suppose you understand that we can select new colors between now and Color Day?" "I never suppose," said Hicks, pleasantly. "But-if you are interested in knowing how 16 231

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.T.HAVILANDHICKS,FRESHMAN we learned your class colors, and will give your word of honor not to call any of your classmates while we show you, I will let you hear a most beautiful selection! In return, I guarantee you a safe round trip to the Gym office-there, we can talk business ! Come on, you don't fear a Freshman?" Jack deliberated-the terrible truth ap palled him, for beyond the skeleton of a doubt, T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., in that mys terious way of his, had actually stolen the 1918 colors! In order to save himself and his class, if possible, he must know just what he faced, so he decided to accept the kind in vitation of the cheery Hicks. "I'll go, Hicks," he answered. "You have my word of honor not to act until I am in my room again; I have your word that nothing will happen to me on this expedition. After I know just how you got our colors, despite 232

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A VICTORY UNPUBLISHED our apparently infallible scheme, I'll be able to fight you!" "Come on!" grinned Hicks, starting an other Hicks' Personally Conducted Tour. "Although Thanksgiving is over, I believe you will be ready to 'talk turkey,' as the saying goes, when you have listened to the most melodious voice in captivity!" Mystified, the bewildered Sophomore pres ident accompanied Hicks from Smithson, across to the gymnasium, where they silently ascended from the basement locker-room to the main floor, and across it to the office. Here, with the curtains drawn, stood that Herculean trio--Butch, Beef, and Pudge, ably guarding what Jack recognized as the instructor's dictaphone. "It's a trap!" he panted, but Hicks quickly assured him that he had not entered an am bush, and the Sophomore allowed himself to 233

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN be seated before the machine. The receiver was placed over his head and at his ears, Beef and Fudge held his arms, Butch adjusted the fatal record, and all waited for that masterof-ceremonies, Thomas Haviland Hicks, Jr. "Harken to thy master's voice!" chirped the lathe-like Freshman, starting the dicta phone. "For you, Jack Merritt, have over thrown yourself ! Listen, and then tell us if you still believe Butch's tackle slammed all the ideas out of that heedless, misguided Hicks!" Perforce, Jack harkened, and as Beef afterward stated, it was worth the price of admission to watch the conflicting emotions that sprinted across his expressive coun tenance. Wrath, curiosity, fury, and hope less despair, succeeded each other, as the voice he recognized as his own revealed to him the awful secret! When it was ended, 234

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A VICTORY UNPUBLISHED ' and Butch held the precious cylinder in his possession, the subdued Sophomore stared at Hicks, and said grimly: "Well?" "Hear the ultimatum-" T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., was master now, and he drove home his words with sledge-hammer force. "You heard that record, Jack Merritt, and you realized what terrific ridicule will be heaped on you and your class, if it is given to the collegians ! You know it will be futile to change the colors, since we possess abso lute proof that we stole them, and by a sen sational means that will make us famous! four Freshmen, with Ichabod, alone know the terrible secret; whether or not every Junior and Senior, and every alumnus who comes to Bannister shall hear your charming voice, pronouncing your own doom. rests with you. We will put a price 235

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN on our silence, and if you agree to pay it, Jack-then you may save yourself from tor ture! The jeers and laughter I endured after my touchdown won't be a thousandth of what will be your share, if this becomes public, and you know it!" "Well?" growled the wilted Sophomore. "What is the price of your silence, Hicks? What will assure me that the record will not be heard by any more than the ones who have already done so?" T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., faced his con quered rival, and quietly, but impressively, named the conditions. "Only two things we demand," he stated, "and one you must really do, in any since we have evidence of having stolen the right colors. First-make no effort to change your class colors; let them stand, mention their being stolen to no one, and 236

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A VICTORY UNPUBLISHED we Freshmen will triumph on Color Day-a foregone conclusion, as you will agree. "Second-promise that all hazing shall cease at once, and shall not be resumed unless we break the agreement by letting someone hear this record ! You can make your class abandon hazing, and that is not an unreason able command, since 1918 has already done more and harder hazing than was necessary, and more than any past class ever cjid. You can keep quiet about the colors, and with Babe, Heavy, and Bucky Turner, whom you can convince it is a dire necessity, you can end hazing." "And if I pledge you that those two con ditions shall be fulfilled," asked the humbled Sophomore, "what do you promise, Hicks, on your word of honor, in return ?" "This-" said Hicks earnestly. "We five Freshmen will keep silent about this record, 237

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN so long as you Sophomores refrain from hazing, and granting that we wear your colors on Color Day. If you keep your promises, no one else shall know of its ex istence, and when we cease to be Fresh men, the record, not having been shown to anyone, shall be delivered to you for destruction! "You alone can fulfil the first condition, as to the colors, by keeping silence-by convincing your aides that something awful will happen unless hazing stops, you can fulfil that term of the agreement. I will keep this record, Jack, and while none of the five will talk, even if they did, their tale would seem ridiculous, without the proof." Jack Merritt meditated. He realized that what the debonair Hicks said was terribly true-in order to save himself and his class from endless ridicule, he must pay the price 238

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A VICTORY UNPUBLISHED demanded for their silence. He could not change the colors, since Hicks could produce the record, and show that he had actually and sensationally stolen the official choice! After all, it would be far better to abandon hazing, than to expose '18 to the campus jeers and laughter! "Hicks !" an inspiration smote his brain amidships, a way by which his class could gracefully, and with honor, drop hazing. "If I give my pledge, and accept yours-to the conditions named, will you grant this-I will be free to find and smash that record, if I can? And, if I once break it, then all pledges are automatically released?" "Sure!" grinned T. Haviland Hicks, Jr. "It will be exciting, Jack, to match my wits against yours, and to keep you from breaking the only record you will have a chance to smash at Bannister. And if you can shatter 239

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN it, then everything is off, but-until you do, abide by the ultimatum, or suffer!" He explained in detail to the interested Sophomore just how the colors had been dis covered, and enlarged on the evident truth that if the achievement became campus prop erty, Jack and his classmates would be the targets for the darts of ridicule. "I'll call on you later," decided Jack, at last. "I want to convince my aide-de-camps, without revealing even to them my humilia tion, that it will be wisest to cease hazing. It won't be hard, as we have gone rather far, I confess, this year; I'll keep quiet about the colors, as I must, and no one will ever know how you stole them. Why, Hicks--" He hesitated, as a realization of something dawned on him, and gazed at the happy-go lucky, grinning Hicks, admiration in his eyes. Without another word, the outgen240

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A VICTORY UNPUBLISHED eraled Sophomore chieftain strode from the Gymnasium office, leaving the four Freshmen to congratulate each other. "So that was your idea!" exploded Butch Brewster. "You foolish fellow! Why, Hicks--our class has no such claim on you ! It won't be wrong to go ahead and win glory by exposing Jack Merritt and '18, and wiping out your ridiculous fiasco in football ! I thought you had been tempted to do some thing that was wrong!" "I was, Butch!" answered Hicks, softly. #'A fellow who his true who puts his thirst for glory and admiration above his love for his chums, does a great wrong! I promised to steal the class colors, suppress hazing, and win fame for myself, at one fell blow-well, I did the first two things, but the other must go by the , board!" It was ten o'clock when Jack Merritt came 241

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,T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN to Hicks' cozy room, where that sunny souled, irrepressible Freshman was twanging his banjo, humming an excessively senti mental song, and adding to his general repu tation for uselessness. The Sophomore closed the door and held out his hand frankly, much to the indolent minstrel ' s wonder. " I want to shake hands, Hicks," said Jack, honest admiration on his attractive face. "After this year, when class lines are gone, I would like to be your chum! I realize fully how you sacrificed yourself, your ambition to be famous, to blot out your failure on the gridiron, for the sake of protecting the more timid and weak ones of your class ! " I agree to the conditions, and pledge my honor that no change shall be made in th(i colors, and that hazing will cease; under stand , you fiv e Freshmen must keep silent. I accept your word of honor, Hicks, that only 242

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A VICTORY UNPUBLISHED we six shall hear that record, and that unless the Sophs wear different colors, or haze again, you will let me destroy it at Com mencement, without it ever having been shown to anyone! "And I know what it means to you-" Jack went on, "to give up such a glorious opportunity to be a campus hero, by sacrific ing your friends! Frankly, I'm afraid I would have let my class go, and corralled fame by letting that wonderful record be heard!" "Here's my hand, Jack," Hicks extended it with a sunny smile, "and my word of honor with it-for I will keep that record. If you really don't believe I am as utterly useless as Butch vows I am, I'll gladly be friends next year, when we are no longer class rivals. Of course, you can't drop in on me often now, but all the same, you are heartily welcome!" 243

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN Jack paused at the door, and smiled back at the Freshman, who was staking out, with numerous pillows, a comfortable claim on the davenport, as he again unlimbered his banjo for action. "I warn you, old man," he flung at his rival, "I am going to find that record, and smash it! It's a long, long way to Com mencement, and the end of your Freshman year! And once I shatter it, then look out, for the Sophomores will descend on your classmates like wolves on a sheepfold!" "Then I'd feel quite sheepish," declared the incorrigible Hicks. "Fear not, Jack-I, IT'. Haviland Hicks, Jr., will guard the fatal record with the same mighty brain that wrested the colors from your class-meeting!" Two days later, the Bannister collegians were surprised at finding a large poster on the bulletin boaro ; it was couched in dignified 244

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,T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN ever said that 'necessity is the mother of invention' was correct-only dire necessity made Jack Merritt dream of this way out!" "What care we, Butch?" gurgled the amused Hicks. "We are after effect, not the cause! Our classmates won't be hazed any more, we'll wear '18's colors on Color Day, and gain glory, so let them surrender with all honors !" "If you let Jack Merritt smash that record-" big Butch was ominous, "this noble, self-denying resolution of the Sopho mores will be null and void so quickly as to take your breath! You have done a great deed, Hicks, and won my admiration by your sacrifice of glory, but-I can't help remem bering that horrible touchdown; I fear you with that fatal record in your posses sion--" "Leave it to me, Butch!" assured the 246

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A VICTORY UNPUBLISHED blithesome Hicks, and dodged away in time to escape the wrath of his friend. On Color Day, for the first time since '04's Freshman year, the class of 1919 upset tradition by flaunting the Sophomore colors, after those unsuspecting dignitaries had marched proudly into chapel, adorned with orange and black. Only Jack Merritt knew of the blow about to fall, and he wrath:. fully vowed to smash that dictaphone rec ord, and break Hicks' power over his class mates. Somehow, it was rumored that two Sopho mores known to be of a loquacious nature had been overheard talking of the colors, by a lower-classman, and thus the Freshmen had stolen them-this story was not denied by the second-year leaders. Though the ac cused duo most naturally and indignantly denied the allegation and defied the alliga17 247

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN tors, the story gained credence, and was gen erally accepted as the truth. A few nights after Color Day, and just be fore the Christmas vacation, "Dad" Rogers, a Senior, drifted into the room of the Freshman leader, and found Hicks, as usual, at ease on the davenport, supported by pillows, and devoting all his colossal intellect on the harmonious rendering, with banjo accom paniment, of that classical selection, "Bingo." "Hicks-" Dad gazed at him quizzically, "don't you ever intend to do something to sponge out that dark blot on your past-the weird touchdown you made? Aren't you going to outwit Jack Merritt, and regain lost laurels? Or have you no ambition but to loaf around, making night hideous by your supposed singing? If a couple of Sophs hadn't talked unwisely, your class would never have stolen '18's colors! 248

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A VICTORY UNPUBLISHED "And look at Jack Merritt-originating a movement to abolish hazing at Bannister, a movement enthusiastically supported by upper-classmen, alumni, Faculty, and--" "Freshmen!" finished T. Haviland Hicks, grinning. "Don't doubt. that we are in favor of it-now, Dad! Listen, and I'll tell you why I don't succeed--" The Junior was listening attentively, and the debonair Hicks went on: "Dad-the secret of success is hard work, and I never could keep a secret!"

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XIV HICKS GETS A LETTER T ROMAS HAVILAND HICKS, JR., his splinter-like structure arranged with a graceful scenic effect on the steps of Creighton Hall, was occupied in the soul satisfying pastime of doing nothing, in which he was very proficient. It was a glorious day in early April-the birds in the stately old elms of the Bannister campus rendered joyous operatic selections, the grass was as green as a newly landed immigrant, the air seemed fully as mild as a Central American revolution, and Nature's 250

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HICKS GETS A LETTER mood was as sunny and cheerful as the blithe some Freshman. "Springtime hath came-tra ! la!" warbled Hicks, unmelodiously and less grammatically. "My season of hard study is hereby ended, and once again I shed the somber garment of Care, to become festive and gay!" Miraculous as it sounds, the weeks since the Freshman triumph on Color Day had found T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., interested in what he designated a "study sprint." The Christmas recess had passed quickly, Ban nister College had opened for the second term, and as a result of some New Year's resolutions, the pestersome Hicks betrayed a touching devotion to his studies. Its strings silent and uncaressed, the be loved banjo hung on the wall-not for cen turies had the debonair Freshman's raucous v01ce awakened the echoes, and vociferous 251

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN protests from the other collegians; his com rades gathered in his cozy quarters as of old, but heedless of their noise and chaffing, Hicks exhibited a mysterious determination to ex plore the hitherto undiscovered interiors 0 his books! In truth, while the happy-go-lucky youth's first-term record had been commendable, it had occurred to the naturally brilliant Hicks that his well loved Dad would be immensely pleased to have his son and heir lead his class, scholastically, as well as strategically. So, he had dived headlong into study! His classmates undisturbed by the Sopho mores, and the inevitably dull winter semester before him, the slim Freshman had focused his scintillating intellect on the El Dorado of knowldege provided by the Faculty curriculum, to the delight of his paternal ancestor, the intense bewilderment 252

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HICKS GETS A LETTER of the aforesaid Faculty, and the incredulous joy of Butch Brewster. But now, with gladsome Spring invading the Bannister campus, T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., decided that he had acquired a sufficient momentum to bear him through to Com mencement, and he cheerfully discarded all interest in such trifles as books, study, and learning. As he stretched out luxuriously in the warm sunshine, big Butch Brewster, in track togs and a heavy football blanket, lumbered out, followed by the similarly attired Beef, Pudge, Ichabod, and other Freshman cinder path aspirants. The great Sophomore Freshman track meet was not far distant, and grateful for this chance to do outdoor training, the first-year Mercuries had turned out in full force. "Hello, Hicks," greeted Butch tenderly, 253

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN "you useless, scenery-marring nonentity! Here is a letter that came for you on the three o'clock mail-I saw it under your door. As it is from Pittsburgh, I judge you have again wheedled a check from your long-suf f ering Dad !" "Thanks-terribly,'' responded Hicks, as he lazily tore open the long envelope. "Butch, I would fain don such scanty habili ments as you fellows possess, to hie me forth and cavort on the cinder-path, but I fear my wonderful prowess would arouse cankering envy, hence-" The splinter Freshman's sudden cessation of speech was not due to a lack of words, but because of a mighty increase of interest in his father's epistle. While his companions regarded in surprise the actually serious ex pression that located itself on his cherubic countenance, Hicks earnestly perused the 254

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HICKS GETS A LETTER message again, and then stood gazing at it meditatively. "Why not?" he murmured. "Perhaps he is right-there is a way! And, Oh, he would be so happy! I'll try hard-I'll start in right now, and while it may take a long time, I'll be sure to--" "\Vhat are you babbling about, Hicks?" demanded Pudge wrathfully. "Has this touch of springtime caused a mild madness to attack your microscopic brain? Such in coherent, meaningless ramblings as you are producing--" ButT. Haviland Hicks, Jr. had been trans formed from a careless, indolent youth into a veritable human dynamo; with a shout, he leaped to his feet, rushed past his astounded classmates, and clattered upstairs. His com rades stood for a few moments in be;wilder ment, staring silently at each other-then 255

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,T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN Butch, wise from experience with Hicks, moved away. " aitful fellows!" he grinned. "We can't imagine what Hicks is up to now, but we must watch that he doesn't brag his class into disgrace, and-until he explodes his mine-wait!" However, the ebullient Freshman, an hour later, so startled his classmates by a totally unexpected, yet apparently premeditated move, that Butch and the others quite forgot Hicks' strange action on the reading of the letter. As Captain "Tug" Warren led the Freshman track squad around the cinder path at an easy warming-up pace, T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., attired modestly in a sweater, light trousers, and a pair of spiked shoes, burst upon the scene. "Aha, 'the villain still pursues!'" ejacu lated Butch dramatically, as Hicks appeared 256

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HICKS GETS A LETTER in the offing, while the track athletes chanted loudly, "Behold, the Conquering Hero Comes!" "Hicks, not content with handing the class football game to the Sophs by your woeful lack of athletic powers, you have come out to think up some way of giving them the track meet!" "Go to the foot of the class!" smiled the jaunty Hicks, as he pranced down the straightaway iri what he fatuously believed to be the manner affected by famous sprinters while warming up. "I have come forth to train for the contest, I have sacrificed my love of ease, to do marvelous feats in the track and field events, for my class !" "Is there no relief?" demanded Beef, while the other Freshmen groaned in unison. "I predict days of torture, with that unclassified athletic freak disporting on the track, and making of himself a colossal pest!" 257

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN As a prophet, Beef was not to be without honor in his own country, for that afternoon was only the first of many in which T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., tormented the track squad by his erratic training. His supreme ambition-and he seemed destined to realize itseemed to be to get in everybody's way, and handicap the athletes so that they would never get into condition to star in Bannister's meets. Hicks lacked the most vague idea of what he wanted to do-he wandered aimlessly a.bout the field, possessed of a fiendish desire to jog down the straightaway when a fast sprint was in progress. The toothpick Freshman endangered the lives of his fellow collegians when he endeavored to heave the hammer, or to put the shot, both of which always hurtled in an entirely uncharted direc tion. In vain his comrades jeered, ridi-258

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HICKS GETS A LETTER 1 culed, implored, and threatened-Hicks only grinned good-naturedly, and continued his demoralizing career. In truth, he did develop what Coach Cor ridan declared to be a "perfect form" in the high jump. However, as it is a well estab lished fact that a successful high-jumper must be able to clear the bar at a good height, the pestersome Freshman's form availed nothing, since he could sail over only about . four feet, three inches. In practice, how ever, he was so persevering that he smashed all the crossbars,"to the indignation of Icha bod, and the other bar-toppers. Hicks' aim was high, but not his record. It was not until the night before the great Sophomore-Freshman track meet that big, good-natured Butch Brewster learned the cause of Hicks' mysterious training, and dis covered why his heedless, bothersome com-259

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,T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN rade plodded around the quarter-mile track, day after day. Lumbering across the corridor, after first inspection, Butch found the festive Hicks enshrouded in abysmal melancholy, as he gazed sadly at the letter which, several weeks before, had. electrified him into action. To behold his blithesome friend in a somber mood actually . worried Butch, and he tried to cheer up the usually jocund Freshman. "Glooming, old man?" he queried briskly. "What's wrong? Smile, Hicks-we have a splendid chance to win the year's honors ! We are sure of the baseball game, and we have a great show to annex the meet tomor row--" "Sure !" grinned Hicks, for a moment his old, irrepressible self. "Because, Butch, I am going to enter several events to star for my class!" 200

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HICKS GETS A LETTER "Then we Freshmen should feel gloomy!" retorted Butch, stunned by the announce ment. "Hicks-don't do it! You know everybody likes you, and you are a popular, generous, good-hearted chap, but-well, you remember the class football game, and you might manage to-" "Don't, Butch-please!" implored Hicks, so seriously that the big Freshman was alarmed. "I know I am a butterfly, futile fellow, but honestly, old man, I have not been trifling, when I trained so hard! I know you track athletes believed I just came out to be a pest, but--" "What!" Butch Brewster exploded , staring at the slim Hicks, who seemed terribly in earnest. "You-you are going to make a general nuisance of yourself in the class track meet tomorrow? Hicks, for the honor of your class-don't!" 261

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN For answer, Hicks extended to the dazed Butch the letter he had received weeks be fore, on the steps of Creighton Hall. Obey ing his friend's order to read, he unfolded the sheet and saw, in the strong, clear handwriting of Thomas Haviland Hicks, Sr.: DEAR SON THOMAS: Your last term's report gratified me im mensely, and I am proud of your class record, and scholastic achievements ! Pitch in and lead your class, and make your Dad happy ! But there is something else of which I want to write, Thomas. As you must know, it has always been a cause of keen regret to me that you have never seemed to care for athletics of any sort-you appear to be too in dolent and ease-loving to sacrifice, or to en dure the hardships of training. I suppose it is beause of my athletic record both at Bannister and at old Yale that I am so eager to see you become a star ; in fact, it is my life's most cherished ambition to have you become as famous as your Dad. However, I realize that my fond dream can never come true-Nature has not made

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HICKS GETS A LETTER you naturally strong and athletic, and what athletic success you may gain, must come from long and hard training and practice. If you can only win your college letter, your B, Thomas, while at Bannister, I shall be fully content. I said nothing when yo\! failed even to try for the teams at your Preparatory School, but I did hope that at Bannister, under good coaches and trainers, you would at least en deavor to win your letter. I must admit that I am disappointed, for you have not even made an earnest effort to find your event. Often, by trying, everything, espe cially in a track meet, a fellow "finds his event," and later stars in it! I really believe that if you would start in now to develop yourself by regular, system atic gymnasium work, and if you would only try, in a year or so you could make a Ban ister team. Theodore Roosevelt, you know, was a puny, weakly boy, but he built himself up, and became an athlete ! If you want to please me, start now and try to find your event-attempt all the sports, all the various track and field events, and always, build yourself up by exercise in the gym. And-you owe it to your alma mater, my 18

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN son! Even if, after conscientious effort, you fail to win your B, to know that you have given your college and teams what help you could, will please your Dad I Rememberthe fellow who toils on the scrubs is the true hero! If you become good enough to give the first eleven, the first nine, the first five, or the first track squad, a hard rub and a fast practice, you are serving Bannister I I don't ask you to do this, Thomas-I only say that it will make me happy, just to know you are striving! If you never get beyond the scrubs, just to hear you are serving the Gold and Green, giving your best, in that humble, unhonored way, will please me. And if, before you graduate, you can win your B, I will be so glad! Don't get discour aged, it may take until your Senior year, but if you once start-stick ! Your loving DAD. Butch was silent, as he gazed at his de pressed comrade-then he crossed the room to Hicks, who was standing by the window. T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., put his arm across 264

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HICKS GETS A LETTER the broad shoulders of this big, good-natured, loyal collegian, who had become his firm friend. For a moment he was silent, and when at last he spoke, Butch knew he was deeply in earnest. "You know, Butch," he began slowly, "my Dad graduated here at Bannister, before he went to Yale. He was the greatest all round athlete the Gold and Green ever knew -a splendid fullback, a famous sprinter, a wonderful pitcher, and a basketball player. At Yale, he was all-American fullback for two seasons, and one of the finest athletes the Blue ever had! "When I was born, old man, after my two sisters had somewhat disappointed Dad by not being embryo athletes, he was wild with joy! It was his life's ambition to have his son follow in his footsteps, to fight again his gridiron battles, to break the tape for Ban-265

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X. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN nister as he had done, to pitch the Gold and Green to victory, as in the old days, my father did!" "I understand," murmured Butch sym pathetically. "Go on, Hicks!" "When I was little," continued Hicks, "Dad used to take me on his knee and tell me of his ambition-after Bannister, I was to be a star athlete at Yale, and to eclipse the marvelous record he had made for the Blue. He used to picture the glorious future, with my self performing prodigies on the athletic field, and old Yale grads saying, 'That's a son of the famous Hicks, of years ago!' "Well, Butch, you know the rest! I grew up, weak and thin-I never had good healtli until a few years ago, and I just could not develop, while I had absolutely no athletic powers. You can understand what a terrible disappointment I have been to Dad, thougn 266

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HICKS GETS A LETTER he has never breathed a word of it. At High School and Prep I didn't try to make the teams, and that hurt my Dad, too! "Since I got this letter, I've been trying all the track and field events, but it seems use less, and I do want to win my B, and please my Dad! Coach Corridan says my high jump form is good, but I am too weak to make any kind of height. But perhaps-if I do take gym work regularly, and practice faithfully, by my last year, anyhow, I may be developed enough to win my letter, at least!" Butch Brewster, bewildered, surveyed the serious countenance of his pathetically ear nest classmate, and gasped his astonish ment. "Why, Hicks-old man!" he breathed. "Forgive me! I teased you as much as any one about your ridiculous track training! I 267

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{T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN. thought you were just trifling, as usual-I I never dreamed you were in earnest!" "That's all right, Butch!" smiled Hicks sunnily. "You know now-it's my greatest ambition just to win my B, here at old Ban nister, for that would make Dad the happiest man alive! I am going to do as he suggests -build myself up, and keep plugging awayperhaps, even if I fail to win the letter, I can serve my alma mater, on the scrubs! "Don't teU anyone what I have told you, old man! I'll enter the track meet tomorrow, and try to find my event, but you keep on chaffing me, and making fun of me, so they won't suspect I am in earnest. I don't mind their jeers, for I know they are good-nat ured--" "Of course!" boomed Butch. "They they just don't understand, Hicks!" "There doesn't seem any hope of my ever 268

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HICKS GETS A LETTER winning my letter, and making my Dad happy," said Hicks, gloomily, "but now I know his greatest ambition, and I will not quit trying, until I graduate! I know I'm in for a lot of ridicule, but I'll stick! I'm a use less chap, but I do like to make people glad, and as my Dad is the finest man on earth, I'd do anything to give him joy!" Butch was silent. So this was the happy go-lucky, care-free, generous T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., whom he had thought he knew so well! Handicapped by the proportions of a mosquito, the slender youth was determined to do his best to win his athletic letter, to gratify his father's ambition! And when Butch had believed his friend to be a pest, trifling with track work, Hicks had been in deadly earnest! "Never mind, old man-" he choked. "There doesn't seem much chance, that's 269

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN true, but remember-you have three more years to strive in! I'll not tell a soul about this, Hicks, and I'll keep on teasing you, but -I'll understand!" T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., with all his old, self-assured confidence, faced the sym pathetic Butch Brewster, and chirped blithely: "Just leave it to me, Butch! Bear in mind this solemn vow I hereby make in your pres ence: before I graduate from Bannister Col lege and leave forever the classic halls of my alma mater, I will have won my B, in three branches of sport!" As a Bannister athlete, to win the coveted letter, must make the regular team, or take part in one of the few games for which the B was awarded to those playing in the contest for the Gold and Green, and Hicks' chances seemed worse than hopeless, Butch was 270

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HICKS GETS A LETTER dazed. For a moment he gazed at the blithe some, self-confident Hicks, so serene in his rash statement, and then: "You-" exploded big Butch Brewster, and for the want of something more emphatic to say, he repeated: "Y out" /

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xv HICKS ACCIDENTALLY STARS YOU-a track athlete!" jeered big Beef McNaughton. "Why, Hicks, you ani mated a complete synopsis of your track ability could be written on the back of a postage stamp, with a railroad spike dipped in glue!" "Them's harsh words, Beef!" chirped the blithesome T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., whose toothpick framework was concealed under a flamboyant bathrobe of such generous pr(} portions that Hercules himself might have lurked within its folds. "Just wait until I 272

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HICKS ACCIDENTALLY STARS have smashed several dozen track records to day, and you will reconsider your cruel senti ment!" The two Freshmen were standing by the jumping pit on Bannister Field, inside the smoothly rolled quarter-mile cinder track. Flocks of lightly garbed Mercuries flitted around the oval, athletes flung themselves to perilous heights in pole-vault practice, tim ber-toppers perfected "form" over the hurdles, heavy-weights tossed the shot or hurled the hammer, high-jumpers , slid over the bar with a kick and a turn, and sprinters tore madly . down the straightaway for thirty yards. Aided and abetted by the riotous rooters and a large crowd of enthusiastic spectators at the track-side, the track teams of the two lower classes warmed up for that eventful occasion-the Sophomore-Freshman track 273

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,T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN meet. This annual contest, let it be added, was always eventful, speaking both in a literal and a figurative sense! Thanks to the care-free Hicks, the Freshmen had captured the class rush, and thanks to that graceless youth, they had lost the gridiron contest. Whichever track team triumphed, the defeated class could still make the honors of the year even by winning the final event-the baseball game. In truth, the object of having four contests was to make it possible for the rivals to end their year of strife on equal terms, so that neither might exult for the remainder of its college career. However, for the one year the rivalry was all the more intense, as each class was natu rally ambitious to annex three victories, and thus hold an unchallenged claim to superior ity over the other. In the track meet, success seemed to smile on the Freshmen, but Jack 274

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HICKS ACCIDENTALLY STARS Merritt's aggregation of cinder-path artists was determined to win, so that the baseball game would give the Sophomores a chance at supremacy. "Listen, Hicks-" expostulated Pudge, seriously. "You know there is nothing you can do in this meet! Haven't you class spirit enough to work where you can help '19 the most-by using that foghorn voice of yours to encourage your team?" "Pudge," responded T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., with extreme solemnity, "I can tie a freight car loaded with pig-iron to one leg, an automobile truck full of fat men to the other, carry a ton of steel in each hand, run backward, and beat '18's fastest sprinter to the tape so far in any event that I can peruse 'The Rise and Decline of the Roman Empire,' before he gets near enough to be reached by a wireless telegram! This, I trust, will give 275

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, T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN you fellows a vague idea of how speedy E really am!" "You must not pester the real athletes !" vowed Butch. "I admit there seems no pos sible way by which you can cause a catas trophe, as in the football game, but we don't want such an utterly useless mortal as you underfoot, for '19 must win today!" "I fail to perceive how you can prevent my being a track star," grinned the irrepressible Hicks, with evident logic, "despite your pro fessional jealousy, because the fashion of running off this important meet allows me to wander away with first place in every event, if I decide to!" Owing to the fact that no candidate for the class track teams had the slightest definite idea of his prowess, and that the captains' estimate of their track material was far from flattering, also, because it was impossible to 276

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HICKS ACCIDENTALLY STARS foretell which would-be stars were going to show up, or what they would do if they ap peared, the following plan was always used: As each event was announced, the Sopho mores and Freshmen who had decided to enter it, or had been advisee! to do so, re ported to the judges in charge of it, and their names were registered. The event was then run off, and the results jotted down-so many points for each place winner. At the conclusion of the final event the score was reckoned, and the class team having the greater number of points corralled the meet! Members of the Junior and Senior classes, most of them the regular Bannister track team athletes, officiated as announcers, clerks of the course, track and field judges, starters, timers, and score-keepers. Three judges handled each event, and their services were needed, to direct that horde of inexperienced 277

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN and nervous novices in the required manner. Hence, as T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., had re marked, in other words, there was no way to prevent him from making a general nuisance of himself, for all he had to do was to select the events which he decided to grace with his honorable presence, report to the judges as each event was announced, and then-well, what would happen was extremely likely to be spectacular ! "First call for the hundred-yard dash !" bellowed Dad Rogers, through a monster megaphone. "All candidates for this event report to the judges at once at the starting line for registration!" In secret amusement-and sympathyButch Brewster, who was not a sprinter, but a phenomenal long distance runner, stood at the starting line and gazed at the grinning Hicks, still protected from the public gaze 278 '

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HICKS ACCIDENTALLY STARS by that athletic bathrobe, as he reported for the event. The Freshmen who really could run-Billy Harnsworth, Ted Haddon, and little Skeet Wigglesworth-a speedy triobelieved, it must be stated, that they had no chance against-Hicl{s ! The mosquito-like youth was in the first heat, and when the Senior acting as starter ordered the sprinters: "On your marks!" Hicks, with a dramatic gesture, shed his lurid bathrobe, and stepped forward to the scratch line! Now, no one has ever accused the airy garb worn by a track athlete of deceiving the public as to the general structure of its wearer, and the debonair Freshman's picturesque outfit revealed what the bathrobe had concealed-practically nothing! At the same instant that Hicks, in all his splendor, burst upon the vision of the riotous spectators, making a sensational debut as a 19 279

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, T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN track star, a sextette of Sophomores, includ ing the deep voices of Heavy and Babe, lined up across the track. Led by Bucky Turner, who employed all the gymnastics of an orchestra leader, they chanted loudly: "Hurrah for T. Haviland Hicks I We Sophs are on to his tricks ! He is built lil
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HICKS ACCIDENTALLY STARS arose, and remarks not particularly com plimentary were passed on his appearance in a track suit. "Get set!" called the starter, and Hicks, imitating the others, assumed an intensely grotesque attitude which he confidently be lieved was the starting crouch, but which more resembled the position of a small boy affiicted with the aftermath of a green apple debauch . When the pistol cracked, the other sprinters shot away from their marks, Hicks well up with them, for the report had alarmed him into a wild burst of speed. As the sunny Freshman's track prowess would have caused the winner of the pro verbial Hare-Tortoise special race to blush with pride, it is not necessary to chronicle the fact that Hicks finished so far in the rear as to arouse the query, "Is this another heaf commg down the straightaway?" As he 281

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN struggled wildly in the wake of the others, he was informed gratuitously that Christmas would probably arrive before he did, and that if he kept on, he might be mistaken for the winner of the second heat! "I suppose you will smash a lot of records today, Hicks," laughed Jack Merritt, when the exhausted Freshman at last staggered to the finish line, "If your entire team were like you, we'd continue this meet a week!" "I don't notice that you have smashed any record yet," declared Hicks, meaningly-he referred to the dictaphone one, which Jack had failed to find. "I am as likely to smash a Bannister record as you are to shatter a certain one! Anyhow, if I find my event, I'll specialize in it from today on!" To the keen joy of the spectators, T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., quite eclipsed the meet itself in importance, by reason of his ridiculou3 282

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HICKS ACCIDENTALLY STARS performances in various events-a series of hilarious fiascos. Like a gay butterfly fluttering from flower to flower-extracting nothing from each-the festive Freshman flitted from one event to the next, and gained fully as much as the butterfly mentioned. In the hurdle race, he knocked down enough standards to disqualify a dozen tim ber-toppers, and was finally brought to earth himself by the eighth one, which, when he crashed into it, retaliated by leaping up and smiting him 1n the chest. He straggled bravely along miles behind the rear guard in the distance runs, and grinningly endured the sarcastic or humorous remarks showered on him as he slowly circled the track, being ' "lapped" several times en route. He nearly dropped the sixteen-pound shot on his toes, and in negotiating the hammer throw, he was swung off his feet, entangled 283

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMANi in the wire handle, and forcibly hurled to the ground, _ to the rapturous delight of all who beheld his weird actions. His prowess in the running broad-jump was such as to cause the judges to remark that when he finished walking into the pit, he might venture to take his first trial ! The crowd settled itself to watch what Hicks would do next, and the fact that the two class teams were fighting hard for the lead, never more than ten points apart, was overlooked in the general mirth. When T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., announced himself to the judges of the pole-vault, a great shout of vociferous glee arose, and Butch Brewster, who had been sorrowfully watching his friend's failures, remonstrated with him. "Oh, I'll break the record in this !" de clared Hicks, confidently. "There won't be but four of us in the event, Butch! Only a 284

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HICKS ACCIDENTALLY STARS lack of training has kept me from carrying off the other events!" "You'll break-your neck!" interposed Beef, angrily. "Can't you understand that you have about as much athletic ability as a blind rooster has the power to talk German?" Just why a blind rooster would be any more handicapped in speaking that language than one with vision, Beef failed to explain; Hicks, serenely informing his friends that this meet was merely a tryout for him, in which he was striving to "find his event," a seemingly hopeless quest, jogged away to the jumping pit. By some miracle, the slender Freshman succeeded in hurling himself bodily over the bar at the first height-six feet, though the crossbar quivered on its pegs. As one Sophomore had withdrawn , because of a sprained tendon, beside Hicks, there was a 285

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN second-year athlete, and a classmate, both of whom were fine pole-vaulters. The bar was raised to seven feet, and as Hicks' best known record encompassed the height of six, what happened when the cheery Freshman manfully essayed his sec ond vault is well within the realms of prob ability. An awed hush settled on the spectators-even the class rooters were silent, as T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., backed off a great distance, gripped the pole feverishly, and stared at the crossbar. "That's a high seven feet!" he murmured. "Measured by that scale, the Woolworth Building must be nine miles high!" Finally, sprinting madly-for him-Hicks dashed resolutely at the takeoff, planted the pole, and soared high in air ! By a supreme effort, he had gathered sufficient momentum to raise his feet over the crossbar, but he 286

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HICKS ACCIDENTALLY STARS. lacked the impetus or the power to impel his slender frame after them. For a terrify ing moment he hovered, half over the bar, and then he followed the truth of the old adage, "What goes up, must come down! " Hicks, ever original, crashed down on the bar, breaking it, and descended gracefully to earth, coming down on the back of his neck in the soft pit, and narrowly missing the take-off beam! As the pole and the shat tered crossbar clattered down on him, Butch Brewster and Captain Tug Warren, vastly excited, rushed up and literally hurled them selves on the prostrate Hicks! "Hicks," panted Butch feverishly, "is it true-what Beef says-that you did manage to get over the bar at six feet?" "Did you vault it on your first trial?" questioned Tug eagerly. "Is that the official 287

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, T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN record the d . udges put down for you in this event?" "Sure 1" grinned Hicks, as he gazed serenely up at his classmates. "But why all this furore over my feat-in fact, over my entire anatomy? A vault of six feet will never win the event, fellows!" For answer, the two Freshmen leaped up, executed a wild and weird dance of exulta tion about the prone and paralyzed Hicks, and then, pulling him to his feet, they hoisted him to their shoulders and bore him in tri umph around the track, followed by the won dering, but nevertheless, clamorous members of the first-year class. "Butch--end this torture 1" begged tlie dazed Hicks, when he was at last put down. "What have I done, Tug?" "What have you done?" repeated the joy ous Butch. "Why, Hicks, nothing much288

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HICKS ACCIDENTALLY STARS only, by clearing the bar at the dizzy height of six feet in the pole-vault, you have won the class meet for dear old 'I 9 !" Then he explained-while each class was allowed to enter as many athletes in each event as it chose, only three places counted for points. First, second , and third places won respectively five, three, and two points, to be reckoned in the final score. The object of having the total points from second and third places in an event equal tlie five for first place was to encourage under-classmen of lesser ability, who would feel that even a third place meant some glory. When the pole-vault, the final event, started, there remained two track-events to be run off, and when these were finished, the score stood fifty to forty-nine points, in favor of the Freshmen. As there were but three entrants in the pole-vault-one Sophomore, 289

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN and two Freshmen-Hicks was sure of third place and two points, provided he cleared the bar once, and had a height put to his credit! His classmate, a good pole-vaulter, was sure of second, if his rival beat him out for first! "They'll win the first place five points," said Tug, "which will bring their score up to fifty-four-the final! Our second place in the pole-vault, with its three points, and Hicks' third place, with two points, gives the Fresh men a total of fifty-five, so '19 wins the meet by one point! If you, Hicks, had not cleared the ludicrous height of six feet, you would not have been entitled to your two points, and the final score would be--Sophomores, fifty four; Freshmen, fifty-three!" "Hicks!" exclaimed the happy Butch, as he thumped his bewildered comrade on the shoulders. "Hicks-this ought to encour age you for-you know what! It proves 290

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HICKS ACCIDENTALLY STARS that you never know when the most humble service you can render your class or college will prove a great help! Six feet could be cleared by a paralytic octogenarian, yet by doing it, you won the meet for your class !" T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., stood for a few moments in silence, gazing at the rioting Freshmen, who now understood that victory perched upon their banners, thanks to their slim classmate, whose efforts they had ridi culed all the afternoon. Of course, it had been due to no prowess of Hicks that the score had been so close when the final event was run off, but the fact remained that had the toothpick Freshman failed to make his first trial, the class of 1919 would have lost the meet by one point, instead of winning it by that narrow margin! Butch Brewster, awaiting the inevitable and tantalizing self-confident assurance with 291

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN which Hicks always celebrated his achieve ments, was prepared to crush him, but the Freshman turned to him, his face aglow. "I'm so glad, Butch!" he breathed happily. "I know I was lucky, because there were but three of us in the event-still, I could not have scored those two points had I failed, even at that ridiculous height-and the Sophomore won the event with ten feet, six inches! I do understand now that I may serve old Bannister in just such humble ways, even though I never become a star!" "Right!" agreed Butch, softly, and then: "If I were you, Hicks, I'd write to that Dad of yours tonight, and tell him--" "That I'll try my hardest!" finished T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., "for my alma mater, and if I never rise above a third-place glory, if I have always done my very best for the Gold and Green-I'll be content!"

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XVI EXIT HICKS, FRESHMAN T HAVILAND HICKS, JR., stood by • the window of his room, wrapped in a somber mantle of profound melancholy, as he gazed out across the dark, silent Quad rangle and the desolate Bannister campus. No bright lights gleamed from the dormi tory windows, no footsteps echoed in the Quad, he heard none of the riotous skylark ing, the joyous shouts, the clamorous tumult in the corridors, as of old. There sounded no melodious chorus of voices from Nordyke, as when the care-free Juniors roared the 293

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN rollicking refrain, "Here's to Dear Old Ban nister, drink her down, drink her down!" Only the mellow chimes of the '02 clock, echoing from the library tower, announced to the unheeding Hicks the hour of midnight. Strangely enough, the sunny Freshman was not twanging his banjo, and he possessed no insane desire to torture his comrades with what he alone designated as singing. His fervid necktie was actually an infinitesimal fraction of an inch out of the correct position, but the meditative youth was not overcome with dismay. His abode, lately so cozy and cheerful, seemed to have b ' een sideswiped by a tornado in good health. Gone were the easy chairs, the luxurious davenport, the carpet and soft tiger-skin rugs; the walls had been rudely despoiled of tennis rackets, crossed foils, box ing-gloves, and other athletic things so futile 294

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EXIT HICKS, FRESHMAN to Hicks. Pictures and posters, the beloved banjo--even "The Retreat of Napoleon from Moscow"-all had disappeared! Remained-a bare, bleak room, a colossal trunk, two large packing-boxes, a bulging suit-case, and-T. Haviland Hicks, Jr.! Hicks, Freshman, was about to pass! "Well, it's all over!" murmured the sliin youth regretfully. "One year at dear old Bannistel! has passed, and at last I am aSophomore ! I don't look or feel the slight est bit different, but I am no longer an humble Freshman!" Commencement was over, and most of the collegians had left Bant;iister that night, but Hicks, with his loyal friend, big Butch Brew ster, had lingered until morning, because of the former's excess baggage. After the sadly solemn graduation exercises ended, and the students piled into Dan Flannagan's 90 295

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.T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN. barouche, or walked downtown to the station, Hicks had given Butch and Jack Merritt a sumptuous "blow-out" at Jerry's, the popular rendezvous of hungry students. Now, while Butch and Jack finished pack ing, the erstwhile Freshman leader indulged in the rare process of serious meditation. One by one, his friends had shaken his hand, thumped him on the back, and departedBeef, Pudge, the skyscraper Ichabod, Billy, Ted, Cherub, Don, McGarrity, Tugeven the aristocratic Tobe Lawless, Marquette, and K. Smith-the lack-luster Hooli gan, and last, but not least, devoted little Theophilus Opperdyke ! Time had sprinted ;ifter Hicks accidentally starred in the Sophomore-Freshman track meet, thus gaining fresh laurels. With the grinding for the final examinations, and a futile but frantic effort to make his class base-296

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EXIT HICKS, FRESHMAN ball nine, the blithesome Freshman had been intensely busy. Thanks to Butch Brewster's mighty home run with the bases congested, in the Sopho more-Freshman baseball game, the first -year class had captured three of the four events, and had triumphed over 1918. Both the class rush and the track meet had been annexed through Hicks' efforts-intentional or otherwise-and in addition, though due glory could never be his, T. Haviland Hicks, Jr. , had stolen the Sophomore colors. Truly, under his leadership, 1919 had been supreme! Soon the behemoth Butch, followed by Jack Merritt, now a Junior, and accordingly, care free and jolly, lumbered across the corridor, strode over the bare floor, and joined his friend by the window. "One year gone, old man!" he said, stirred by some strange emotion. "But we 297

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN have three more, Hicks-three more years to-to do things worth while, not for our selves, but for dear old Bannister!" "You are right, Butch!" exclaimed Jack Merritt, his clean-cut features aglow. "That is just the way I felt last Commencement, fellows! Don't you know, the Freshman year is just a finding of yourself-the class is a big, chaotic mass, and in its frantic desire to become organized and in fighting trim against the Sophs, it forgets the college-its alma mater! "But slowly the Freshman comes to realize that there is more to a college course than himself, or even his class-he sees that every thing must be for the honor and glory of his college, that he must sacrifice himself for his alma mater, that his class must put itself aside for Bannister's sake! Having learned this, in his Freshman year, a fellow is ready 298

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EXIT HICKS, FRESHMAN to serve the Gold and Green for the rest of his course !" "You are right, Jack," responded Butch seriously. "It is the spirit of the campusgradually, surely, it pervades the Freshman, making him intensely loyal to his college, ready to do even the humblest things in her service! Now I know what 'college spirit' really is-it is a love for your alma mater, and a readiness to sacrifice yourself for Ban nister!" There was a silence, for the three col legians felt that spirit of sadness which hovers over the campus at Commencement. They had just seen the Seniors, after four years at Bannister, put asunder the happy ties that had linked them to the college, leave behind forever the golden days, and go forth into the world, to live! "Fellows," began Hicks, at last, and they 299

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN were startled at his earnestness, "I think the spirit of the campus has possessed me! I've been a heedless, care-free sort of chap, too indolent and ease-loving to try for the teams, or to help them in any way. I've not thought much about serving my alma mater, but after this, I will do my best for my class and my college!" "Why, old man-" interposed Butch, but Hicks kept on : "If I can't make the first teams, I'll strive for the scrubs, and-if I don't make the scrubs, I'll do my part by rubbing-out the players after practice, by marking off the gridiron, by doing anything, however small, to serve my college! "I realize now that college life does mean something beside twanging a banjo, eating at Jerry's, and having a big time ! This year, I have been taking the best my college has 300

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EXIT HICKS, FRESHMAN offered me, and giving nothing of myself in return-from now on, I want to do things worth while! "Of course, I intend to enjoy my college existence, but if I can only arouse myself, I will take things more seriously--" "Good for you, Hicks!" shouted Jack, while Butch shook his hand gladly. "But don't stop being the same Hicks you have been this year! Be your old, sunny self, and we'll be satisfied!" There was another silence, broken when Jack glanced at his watch and declared he must go--he was leaving town on the "Owl," a train that poked into the station at one o'clock in the morning. Butch and Hicks were to depart on the upbound morning express, the last to leave the campus and old Bannister. "I'll walk down as far as the street with 301

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN you, Jack," said Butch, after Hicks had stated himself as being too busy to accom pany them. "Wait up for me, Hicks-I'll be back soon." There was an awkward pause, in which T. Haviland Hicks, Jr., and Jack Merritt stood gazing at each other, unable to express the thought that was uppermost in their minds. "Rats!" exploded Butch Brewster, laugh ing as he somewhat inelegantly relieved their embarrassment. "Say it, you two lunatics! Say, that now the year is ended, and your rivalry as class leaders is finished, you are so glad you are to be chums from now on I Say that you mutually admire each other , and that you earnestly want each other's firm friendship!" "That's it, Butch!" breathed Jack Merritt, and his hand went out, to be met in a firm 302

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EXIT HICKS, FRESHMAN pact of comradeship by the happy Hicks. Next year, some new Freshman would arise, to lead his clan against the Sophomore leader, who might be Hicks, or another of 1919! "So long, then," added Jack, striving to appear nonchalant, and failing miserably. "See you next fall, Hicks!" "Clear out of here!" commanded Hicks, huskily. "It's only for a few months, so why . . all this lachrymose parting? Oh, by the way, Jack-here is a parting present for you!" From the closet he produced a small bundle, which, when unwrapped by the curi ous Jack Merritt, proved to be the precious dictaphone record, containing that which would have made the Sophomore leader the laughing-stock of all Bannister. "I have kept my promise," smiled Hicks. 303

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tr. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN "The record has been safely stowed away in a deposit box in the safety vault of a down town bank, Jack, so all your efforts to shatter it were vain! Smash it, and no one will ever know how you were outwitted! Break it to smithereens!" Down in the Quadrangle, the two col legians paused a moment, as Jack dashed the dictaphone record against the concrete walk, shattering it forever, and sacrificing Hicks' last chance of glory therefrom. Then they had to stand, gazing over the well-loved campus, watching the moonlight silver the buildings of old Bannister, their alma mater. And as t]1ey stood, too strangely moved for speech, a slender figure appeared at the win dow of Hicks' room, and even as it had done on that night the first of the college year, when Jack Merritt first saw Hicks, a resur304

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EXIT HICKS, FRESHMAN rected banjo twanged, and a raucous voice roared: "Oh, the bulldog on the bank, and the bullfrog -in-the-po----0<>-01 ! Oh, the bulldog on the bank, and the-" "Hicks will 'take things more seriously' !" quoted the wrathful Butch, who had been im pressed by the earnestness of the slim youth. "I really believed him, Jack; I was glad that the spirit of the campus had transformed him from a gay, debonair idler to something more worth while!" "That looks like it!" laughed Jack. "You need never expect to see that scatter-brained, sunny, good-natured, generous Hicks be anything but the impulsive, heedless, and loyal comrade he is now !" But just then, as if in contradiction of Jack's statement, the voice of Thomas Havi-305

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T. HAVILAND HICKS, FRESHMAN laJJ.d Hjcks, Jr., softened by some deep feeling-by a love for his alma mater-floated across the Quad, and brought a mist to their eyes as they listened to what he sang: "Dear old Bannister-hail, all hail l Echoes softly from each heart; We'll be ever loyal to thee--Till we from life shall part!"' THE END (1)


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