OFF TO COLLEGE
Ned, Bob and Jerry were not able to enter Boxwood Hall the first week
of the fall term. They had expected to, and had begun to prepare
for that. But some minor difficulties cropped up in regard to their
entrance examinations, and they were obliged to pass certain tests
which were arranged for by President Cole with the principal of the
Cresville Academy, where the boys had been in attendance.
Finally, their previous work in their studies was found to be
satisfactory, and, as Frank Watson informed his chums, the three chums
were to enter the freshman class.
While the boys were busy with their examinations, their parents--the
mothers especially--were busy preparing their sons’ outfits.
“It’s worse than when we went overland,” complained Ned, when he had
been obliged to pass judgment on suits, caps, underwear and other
wearing apparel--the outfit he was to take to college with him.
“Oh, well, it’ll soon be over,” was Jerry’s consoling suggestion.
“The worst of it is,” said Bob, “we may be all out of date with our
clothes when we get to Boxwood and see what the fellows there are
wearing. We may have to get a lot of new things.”
“Nothing more than a cap or two, I guess,” Jerry said. “We’ll wait
about them until we get there, and find out what kind the fellows are
sporting. We’ll wear our auto caps until then.”
“Auto caps!” cried Bob. “They won’t look good in the train.”
“Who said anything about a train?” asked Jerry.
“Why, aren’t we going to Fordham by train?”
“Didn’t you tell him about it?” asked the tall lad of Ned.
“No, Jerry, I forgot.”
“What’s the game?” inquired Bob.
“Why, Ned and I talked it over,” said Jerry, “and we decided it would
be a good stunt, as long as we’re going to take our car to college with
us, to motor down in it instead of going by train. I supposed he had
told you, but I guess there was so much going on that he forgot about
it.”
“That’s right,” affirmed Ned.
“Motor down!” Bob exclaimed. “That will be swell! We can do it easily
in a day, and we can take along our----”
“Lunch!” cut in Ned, taking care to have Jerry between him and Bob.
“Oh, you make me tired!” exclaimed the stout lad. “I was going to say
take our trunks along, and save a lot of bother with the expressman.”
“That’s so,” Jerry said. “Let Chunky alone, Ned. He’s all right, even
if he does eat five times a day.”
“Now you’re picking on me!” laughed Bob. “Well, go as far as you like,
I can stand it if you can.”
“Say, I’ll tell you what we might do,” cried Ned, as he and his chums
got into their car for a spin out into the country, as it was a day or
so yet before they would depart for Boxwood Hall.
“What?” asked Jerry.
“We might write to Professor Snodgrass, and ask him what sort of duds
the fellows wear there. Then we’d know what to get and save doubling
up.”
“Do you mean that?” asked Jerry, with a queer look at his chum.
“Of course I do. Why not?”
“You ought to know the professor by this time,” remarked the tall lad
with a laugh. “He doesn’t know any more about clothes than a bat!”
“I should say not!” chimed in Bob, who was, as his friends said, “some
nifty little dresser.” “The professor would get styles all mixed up
with his bugs and butterflies,” went on the stout lad. “He’d tell us
that the fellows were wearing sweaters with double-jointed legs, and
trousers with stripes running around them like that queer beetle he got
when we were down in Mexico. He’d have just about that much idea of
what we wanted to know.”
“I guess you’re right,” assented Ned. “I didn’t think about that. We’ll
just settle the clothes question when we get there.”
They motored along a pleasant country road, talking of many things, but
chiefly of their coming stay at Boxwood Hall, and what they would do
when they got there.
“I hope we can room together,” said Ned.
“We’ll have connecting rooms,” Jerry said. “Mother wrote to the matron,
a Mrs. Eastman, and she wrote back that there were three nice rooms in
the main dormitory of Borton we could have. So mother clinched them for
us. Mother’s a bit fussy about rooms, and I guess I’m glad she is.”
“Say, that will be swell all right!” exclaimed Bob.
“All to the merry!” chimed in Ned.
A little farther along they passed the place where they had put out the
automobile fire some time previously.
“I wonder what ever became of Mr. Hobson--was that his name, the
fellow we saved?” asked Ned, musingly.
“That was it--Samuel Hobson,” affirmed Jerry. “Didn’t I tell you I had
a card from him?”
“No,” replied his chums.
“Well, I had. A souvenir card from San Francisco. He’s out there on
business, but expects to come East again. He said he’d write a letter
when he had time. Sent his regards to all of you.”
“It’s a wonder he wouldn’t drop us a line,” grumbled Bob.
“He apologized for that,” explained Jerry. “Said he’d lost your
addresses, and asked me to send them on.”
“Well, make mine Boxwood Hall,” said Ned.
“Same here,” came from Bob.
Several busy days followed in which last preparations were made. The
boys’ plan to motor to Boxwood Hall was agreed to by the parents. As
the car was a roomy one there was space in it for their trunks, as well
as for themselves, and, thus taking their baggage, they would save
themselves considerable trouble.
The boys had looked up the best route to take, and though the trip was
something over a hundred and fifty miles, they figured that by making
an early start they could reach the college in the late afternoon.
“And it’ll be a whole lot better than traveling in a stuffy train,
fellows,” said Bob.
Professor Snodgrass had been written to again by the boys, who told of
their automobile trip, and they mentioned the time they expected to
arrive. In reply the little scientist said he would be on the lookout
for them, and he again expressed his pleasure that they were going to
be near him.
“He’s as jolly as a young fellow himself,” declared Jerry.
The morning for the start came, and after a substantial breakfast,
at least on the part of Bob, our heroes took their places in the big
touring car.
“Now boys,” said Mr. Slade, who, with Mr. Baker, had come to the home
of Mrs. Hopkins to see the three off, “remember that you are not going
to college for fun.”
“But we can have a little; can’t we, Dad?” asked Ned.
“Yes, of course. I want you all to have a good time within reason. But
you must all buckle down to hard work too. As we said before, you’ve
had more than your share of strenuous adventures. Leave some for the
other fellows. You must prepare to take your places as men in the world
soon, and a good education is the best preparation.”
“I agree with what Mr. Slade says,” added the banker. “We don’t want to
be too preachy, but, boys, dig in hard now, and let us all be proud of
you.”
“I’m sure we shall be,” said Mrs. Hopkins, and there was a smile on her
face, though she found it rather hard to let Jerry go for such a long
time. Still he was used to being away from home, and his mother knew he
could take care of himself, as could his chums.
Good-byes echoed and re-echoed as Jerry started the motor and, throwing
in the gears, let the clutch slip into place. Hands were waved, and
then our three heroes swung down the road on their way to college. It
was a momentous occasion for them.
“Good-bye, fellows--wish I were going--don’t forget to write--send me
tickets--football game--maybe I can come--it’ll be great--hope you play
and win every game--good-bye!”
It was Andy Rush, of course, and the little chap ran alongside the
automobile for a few feet as he delivered his rapid-fire remarks.
“I wonder what will happen to him when he goes to college,” mused Bob.
“He’ll have to dictate his recitations into a phonograph,” said Jerry,
“and when the prof wants to listen he’ll have to run it at half speed,
or he wouldn’t catch a word.”
“Oh well, Andy’s all right. He’s done us lots of good turns,” declared
Ned.
“That’s right,” agreed his chums.
Little of incident marked their morning trip, save that Ned and Bob
had a discussion as to which was the best place to eat, a dispute that
ended when Jerry picked out an altogether different restaurant, and
stopped the car in front of it.
After a brief rest they were on their way again. Now they were in
unfamiliar country, and several times they had to stop to ask which
road to take, as the road map seemed faulty.
“We’re not going to get there before dark at this rate,” said Bob,
as he looked at his watch, and noted a sign-board which stated that
Fordham was still many miles away.
“Oh, well, we’ve got good headlights,” Jerry said.
It clouded up about four o’clock, and at five was so dark that the
headlights had to be set aglow. At a cross-road Jerry stopped the car.
“Hop out, Ned, and see which turn to take,” he said.
Ned, with a pocket flashlight, examined the board.
“Say, this is queer!” he exclaimed.
“What is?” asked Bob.
“Why, one of these roads goes to Lawrenceville and the other to
Ogdenburg. We’ve come the wrong way, fellows. Fordham isn’t anywhere
around here!”