Andy at Yale / Or, The Great Quadrangle Mystery

“Come on, Andy, what are you hanging back for?”
“Oh, just to look at the view. It’s great! Why, you can see for twenty miles from here, right off to the mountains!”
One lad stood by himself on the summit of a green hill, while, a little below, and in advance of him, were four others.
“Oh, come on!” cried one of the latter. “View! Who wants to look at a view?”
“But it’s great, I tell you! I never appreciated it before!” exclaimed Andy Blair. “You can see——!”
“Oh, for the love of goodness! Come on!” came in protest from the objecting speaker. “What do we care how far we can see? We’re going to get something to eat!”
“That’s right! Some of Kelly’s good old kidney stew!”
“A little chicken for mine!”
“I’m for a chop!”
“Beefsteak on the grill!”
Thus the lads, waiting for the one who had stopped to admire the fine view, chanted their desires in the way of food.