“The Janitor’s
Corner”
By John Pitts
The Seniors of this college think they have all the
knowledge; but of course this isn’t true, for besides them there are a few who
know a thing or two. I don’t need a moment’s ponder to tell who the person is
standing yonder that will hardly ever talk and hold his head so high that he
can scarcely see to walk. (Oh, that’s a Senior.)
Some folks say it’s hard to bluff, but in that line of
Seniors have the stuff. Oh! you’d think they owned the place if you go by the look
on their face; it’s a thing you can’t erase—from your memory. I’ll tell you
what I’d like to do. I’d like to tell them a thing or two, wouldn’t you? I’d
just say I would, but they don’t think I could ‘cause I don’t know much what’s
in books and I don’t get quite so many envious looks as they. The girls dress
finer than in their former college days and oh, they’ve changed in so many ways
and they think all this pays. (Lou-cher-c.) The boys never stay to talk when
you meet one on the walk, but probably he’ll take time to say “howdy-do”—or just
a very polite word or two—whereas used to he would greet with a “hey!”
Don’t be discouraged though ‘cause every dog has his day—or that
is what I heard someone say. Some time you’ll be big and tall, be a Senior and
know it all.
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