Michiganensian. [1900]

view those four happy years. The fire had settled into a hazy mass
of hot coals, and to stop the turn of his thoughts, Jack rose, knocked
the ashes from his pipe into the grate, and, turning to his chum, started
again."
"I wonder how many men who come to Michigan, and whoever do
a tap of gym or athletic work, will ever forget Si? Fine old boy, Bob;
good-hearted, patient and always ready to help a fellow when his lockerkey is in his other trousers-pocket, or the lock is out of order; always has
some odd corner around to put away old football jerseys and stockings,
when November ice, water and mud have done their best to assimilate
them. Think of it, Bob-what the gym would be without Si. Bob, —here's
to him."
"And before our farewell glance, comes Hing —you know Hing,
Bob? —the little celestial who has taken our collars and shirts and all
that. He only brought back a few 'maimed and smitten things'; but we
love him, just the same. He is part of
the Michigan whole. Ah, Hin-, I drink
to thine oriental self. Adieu! And
Bob, there have been parties that we
visited in our glory, where we frittered
away our time in the glad springtide of
collegiate youth. What was a party
without Davy? Yes, Bob, we will recall Davy, that Black Prince of Porters
who, no doubt, will still be carrying
ices for beautiful co-eds and gallant
men long ages after we have been dead
and buried far beneath the succeeding
classes. David, fare thee well
"Then, Bob, we shall recall our
shadow, that 'accusing sprite with doleful wail,' that man with many businesses, but 'no one of them his own,'
to-wit, Shorty. Did you say damn,
Bob? Well, Shorty has been disturbing in days past but
all his compound interest bills are paid at last, and we
didn't kill him after all. Shorty lives and richer grows.
And our friend from the Emerald Isle, Bob, old 'R-r-rh-ed