FATHER AND THE BOY
VISIT
THE UNIVERSITY OF IDAHO
THE UNIVERSITY OF IDAHO BULLETIN
VOL. XVII MARCH, 1922 NO. 11
PUBLISHED BY THE UNIVERSITY AT MOSCOW
Entered as second-class mail matter at the postoffice, Moscow, Idaho
The Gymnasium, Crowded From Floor to Roof
FATHER AND THE BOY
VISIT THE UNIVERSITY OF IDAHO
“Well, son—”
“Well, dad?”
Father and son had a minute alone together on the first eveningof their first visit to their own state university—Idaho. Arriving ona Friday afternoon in February, they had been captured by TomCollins, a sophomore from their home town in south Idaho, and carriedoff before they knew it to his fraternity house on the college hill.
Here they had seen a pair of grinning freshmen hustled into otherquarters to make room for them, had partaken of an abundant, well-cookedsupper, had heard a lively program of college songs, and wereresting up a bit before starting out to look things over.
“Well, what do you think of them?”
“They surely are fine fellows, dad. Tom’s told me a lot aboutthem before, but I only half believed him. Why, I feel as much athome as if I’d known them for years.”
“They’re good business men, too, if they are only youngsters. Didyou hear the steward explaining how they were saving money on food;and all the seniors jumping on the kids who didn’t pay their bills? Iwonder if all the houses are run like this one.”
“Bill Jones says his crowd is a whole lot better. And then there’sLindley Hall, managed by the University. That’s where Stubby Scottis living and he’s crazy about it. We’re going there tomorrow.”
“Do we go anywhere tonight?”
“Do we? There’s a basketball game at the Gym, and afterthat a student play in the Auditorium. Then Bill wants us to drop inat his house and get acquainted there.”
“But son, it’s seven now, and at home I always try to be in bed bynine. Why—”
A tap on the door interrupted his protests.
“Excuse me,” came a voice from the hall. “Game begins earlytonight on account of the play. We’ll have to hurry.”
They found the Gymnasium crowded from floor to roof, withjust enough space left for the ten lithe, active young fellows who werealready dashing back and forth between the baskets. As the visitorsworked their way to the balcony, a slender athlete in white and golddropped the ball neatly through the hoop, and bam!—an explosion ofvoices shook the rafters so that Father clutched at his guides and suddenlyremembered that a doctor had once warned him about his