At promptness of six o’clock I elope to kitchen and commence mingling steak with onions. At 6.22 I hear war-song resembling feetball, and, peaking fourth from kitchen, I observe Hon. C. J. McGumm bringing home a Varsity.
“You remember that dreary date of ’99 when I bursted your collar-bone?” require one polar-bearish gentleman hugging Hon. McGumm till I heard him crack.
“Them were hilarious days,” commute Hon. Boss. “Let us give rah-rah.”
They do so, while plaster jar loose from spoken song.
When I fetch forth raw steak and apple pie, all require, “What the matter with Togo?”
“Nothing, no more than usual,” I snop for dignity. This seem to make them still more thirsty, so beer was sipped amidst Yamma Yamma congratulations. That ceremony were done very quietly while tablecloth was burning from heated cigarette.
“There was nothing to equal bachelor enjoyment,” explain Hon. C. J. McGumm while doing so.
“Nothing,” report one Taft-shape athlete. “I announce my engagement to Miss Tessie Dewberry.”
“We also shall marry in springtime,” pronounce 2 others distinctually. Slight glum settle over all until basso quartet make song-sing entitled “Soldier’s Farewell,” which add more jolly.
“Let us play penny-aunty as in oldtime date,” snuggest Hon. Boss. So they do so with considerable card.