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Blowing on a glass, polishing it and glancing at Elmer through its flashing rotundity, the bartender remarked that he wasn't much of a hand at this here singing business. No bartender could have done other than smile on Elmer, so inspired and full of gallantry and hell-raising was he, and so dominating was his beefy grin. "Me and my room-mate'll show you some singing as is singing! But he could not afford liquor very often and the co-eds were mostly ugly and earnest. The bar was one long shimmer of beauty--glowing mahogany, exquisite marble rail, dazzling glasses, curiously shaped bottles of unknown liqueurs, piled with a craftiness which made him very happy. When he had come to college, he had supposed he would pick up learnings of cash-value to a lawyer or doctor or insurance man--he had not known which he would become, and in his senior year, aged twenty-two this November, he still was doubtful. What good would it be in the courtroom, or at the operating table, to understand trigonometry, or to know (as last spring, up to the examination on European History, he remembered having known) the date of Charlemagne?
There was a hint of future flabbiness in Elmer's bulk, but there would never be anything flabby about Jim Lefferts." He collected the class-fund by demanding subscriptions as arbitrarily as a Catholic priest assessing his parishoners for a new church. There was a custom that the manager of the Athletic Association should not be a member of any team. He halted, and spoke of football, quantitative chemistry, and the Arkansas spinster who taught German. Desperately, his voice shrill with desire to change the world, Eddie stammered: "Say--say, Hell-cat, you hadn't ought to run for president again. " "Somebody's going to be." "Ah, gee, Elmer, don't run for it. Course all the fellows are crazy about you but--Nobody's ever been president twice. " Eddie remembered how Elmer and Jim had shown a Freshman his place in society by removing all his clothes and leaving him five miles in the country."He'll never hold any office again, not if I can help it! Elmer forced himself into the managership in Junior year by threatening not to play football if he were not elected. They'll vote against you." "Let me catch 'em at it! Honest, Elm--Hell-cat--I'm just speaking for your own good. Elmer was elected president of the senior class--unanimously. He reasoned that men who seemed chilly to him were envious and afraid, and that gave him a feeling of greatness. They did a comic thing once--they got twisted and the right leg leaped in front of the left when, so far as he could make out, it should have been behind.It was lamentable to see this broad young man, who would have been so happy in the prize-ring, the fish-market, or the stock exchange, poking through the cobwebbed corridors of Terwillinger. He tasted one, and murmured foolishly, "'Scuse me." It was the chase, the water. The whisky would certainly be in that other lil sawed-off glass. It tickled his throat and made him feel powerful, and at peace with every one save that fellow--he could not recall who, but it was some one whom he would shortly chastise, and after that float into an Elysium of benevolence. The sour invigorating stench of beer made him feel healthy. He regarded basket-ball and gymnasium antics as light-minded for a football gladiator.
" The bartender was shuffling toward them, amiably ready for homicide. Instantly, by some tricky sort of magic, there were two glasses in front of him. With a smirk of self-admiration he sucked in the raw Bourbon. But since the last night of the football season, with the glorious bonfire in which the young gentlemen had burned up nine tar barrels, the sign of the Jew tailor, and the president's tabby-cat, Elmer had been tortured by boredom.
Though Elmer was the athletic idol of the college, though his occult passion, his heavy good looks, caused the college girls to breathe quickly, though his manly laughter was as fetching as his resonant speech, Elmer was never really liked.
He was supposed to be the most popular man in college; every one believed that every one else adored him; and none of them wanted to be with him.
The little man treated Elmer like a large damp dog, and Elmer licked his shoes and followed.
He also knew that Jim, as quarter, was far more the soul of the team than himself as tackle and captain.
They were all a bit afraid, a bit uncomfortable, and more than a bit resentful.