"DEAR SIS--Yours received. Have hunted up the name, and have
found that your Reverend Richard Allen is an '89 man, one of the
best all-round men we ever had on the track. He was a terror,
too, so an old grad tells me. Got kicked out in his senior year.
It seems that his chum and roommate was very deeply in the hole,
not extravagantly, like yours truly, but by a series of hard
knocks. Allen had no cash himself. And you know when you haven't
any money in sight, you can't borrow any. One night at the
Museum (there was a cheap show on) a prize-fighter offered $300
to any one who would stand up before him for five rounds. Allen
jumped up on the stage and licked the pug to a standstill. He
got a bad swipe on the ear, however; and if your Allen has what
they call a tin ear, an ear that looks as if my best bullpup had
tried to make his dinner off it, _ecce homo_! He paid his mate's
debts, and then was requested to call on the fac. The old ladies
told him to pack up. He did. He has never returned to college
since. But why do you want to know all about him? They say he
was a handsome duffer. You know I haven't seen him yet, not
having been home since last Easter time. Now, for Heaven's sake,
Sis, don't go and get daffy on his Riverince. I've got a man in
tow for you, the best fellow that ever lived.