One of the Best in the West
“You can take in the others this afternoon, even if it is Saturday,” Tom assured him. “Classes do not meet, but there are always people working in these shops and laboratories.”
Lunch at Lindley Hall, with 150 boys and a number of professors, was an abundant and attractive meal. Since it was Saturday these boys lingered too to sing a few songs, and Father and the Boy got acquainted with a large number of fellows from their part of the state.
“These are nearly all freshmen,” the Proctor of the hall told them. “Freshmen had a rather hard time of it, scattered all over town, till the people of Moscow made this building available to us. We are able to charge very reasonable rental to the boys and still meet our obligations to the citizens. The rooms are light and attractive, and the dining department is very skillfully conducted.”
The Proctor also explained his duties as financial adviser to the students, while Father listened with approval. Then they started on a further tour of inspection, this time with Stubby as guide.
Just outside of Lindley Hall Stubby remarked, “Let’s stop here at the Infirmary and see Vic Nelson. He’s laid up with some kind of pip and would surely like to see somebody from home.”
He was Personally Conducted Over the Farm
The infirmary, unpretentious on the outside, was a revelation to them within. The rooms were spotless and the trained nurse in charge seemed to know exactly how to make sick youngsters forget their troubles.