A QUIET LITTLE EVENING.

Hastings Standard, Issue 271, 15 March 1897, Page 4

A QUIET LITTLE EVENING.

Describing the " quiet little evenings " indulged in by the undergraduate*, Mr Pemberton writes : " Let us imagine a room lighted by many candles, a bright red Hame of fire leaping in the grate, a table bearing ornaments of many bottles and spirit decanters, a group of men gathered about a piano, their occupation that of shrieking, with resonant voices the sweet old song, 'A nd her golden hair was hanging down her back!' To this room enters Hawks, the servant of the dean. ' Gentlemen,' roars he, bawling to make himself heard, ' gentlemen,' the dean's compliments . Chorus (altogether); ' " Oh, Flo, such a " —I say, you fellows Holloa, here's Hawks ! such a girl, you know ! " (Mingled uproar and expostulation, during which the pianist hammers sparks from the wires, and Hawks stands like a statue in the doorway). Hawks (for the second time): 'Gentlemen, the dean's compliments, and would you make a little less— '? ' Chorus (altogether) : " With a naughty little twinkle in her eye!" Hawks (bawling): 'A little less noise, please ! ' Tenant of the room, alarmed : I say, you fellows, here's the dean ramping round again.' Various voices : ' Oh, say its a choir practice —tell the dean you've got bronchitis — say we are playing a hymn quick—give Hawks some Benedictine —ask the dean if he's seen "The Little Genius," &c.