Besides the "officers of instruction and government," and the instructed and governed, there are many cla.s.ses and individuals that make up the university population of Cambridge--unofficial members, whose names do not appear in the catalogue. There are the camp followers, the goodies, the janitors, the Poco, John the Orangeman, Riley, the O"Haras who "understand th" busniz," and all the other dignitaries, as firmly established and well recognized as the Faculty. Probably the most numerous of the unofficial cla.s.ses is the great four-legged one. There are undergraduate dogs, and law-school dogs, and post-graduate dogs, and I believe there were one or two Divinity dogs. During our time there were several very distinguished dogs in the Faculty, notably one huge bull-dog. Among the undergraduates, the ugliest and most perfect in form and feature, the most polished and attractive in manner, the most genial and popular, in every way the leader _par excellence_, was Rattleton"s round head bull-terrier Blathers.
Blathers was named after the great man who bred him. That celebrated fancier was renowned throughout Cambridge for two things, his dogs and his profanity. He could outswear Sawin"s expressman, Hitch.e.l.l the black scout, and the janitor of Little"s Block, and any one who could excel those three was indeed an artist. I do not believe, however, that the recording angel entered all of Blather"s items in the debit column:--in the first place, he would not have had time, in the second place, most of Blather"s oaths were not delivered in anger, in the sense of Raca, but flowed out innocently and unconsciously, merely as aids to conversation. One morning this worthy came into Rattleton"s room, bearing in his hand a little brindled object about five inches long. It looked like a stub-tailed rat, whose nose had been smashed with a lump of coal.
"Good mornin", Mr. Rattleton; beg your pardon for intrudin", sir, but I"ve got sumpthin" here I want for to show yer. I"ve got a magnificent animal."
"Oh, get out, Blathers; I don"t want a dog; had to give away the last one."
The following speech was bristling with profanity, but I have omitted even the indication blanks, except in one pa.s.sage where they were too characteristic to be left out.
"I don"t want yer to buy him, sir. I just want to show him to yer. He"s a beauty. I know yer knows the points of a dog, sir, and its just a pleasure I"m givin" yer to look at him. Just take him in your hand, sir.
Now, I sold Mrs. G. an own half brother of that feller. You know Mrs.
G., surely, down here to the Theolog. school?" (Mrs. G. was a most charming and gentle lady, the wife of a celebrated clergyman.) "Well, I stopped at her house the other day to see how she liked the pup. She says to me, "By ----, Blathers," says she, "that"s the ---- ---- finest dog ever I see; d---- me, if it ain"t," says she. Yes, sir, that"s just what she thought about him. You go ask her and see if it ain"t. And she wouldn"t say nothin" she didn"t mean, just to tickle me, neither. Mrs.
G. is a real lady, and knows the points of a dog, she does. She was ---- ---- kind to my wife when she was sick last time. Oh, my wife"s been orful sick, Mr. Rattleton. I had to pay for a lot of doctor"s consults and other stuff; that"s just the only reason, sir, I want to sell this beautiful pup. I "d never part with him in this world, if I could help it."
Blathers never would have parted from any of his dogs had it not been for his frequent family afflictions. These afflictions were always very expensive and varied, from the funeral of his mother to the birth of twins. He buried four mothers in one year; that was his best work, though six children born during the following term pushed hard on the record.
"If I could only make up my mind to let yer have that dog, Mr.
Rattleton," he went on, "it would work both ways. Maybe I ought to do it. It would be a favor and a kind thing in me to sell yer that pup at any price, and you"d be doin" a charity to a poor man in helpin" me along. It would be a good action all around, see? Oh, I need the money orful bad."
Rattleton during this speech had been playing with the puppy, and he was struck both by the brightness of the little fellow and the logic of his owner. He knew that Blathers really did have rather hard times with his family. In any case Lazy Jack never took the trouble to sift a tale of woe and apply the most enlightened and efficient remedy. He had no excuse for not doing so; he took the Social Ethics Course in Philosophy because it was easy, and of course he knew how wrong it is to give to a beggar; nevertheless, he rarely failed to do so if he had a coin in his pocket, because it was so much easier than making enquiries and giving advice. Moreover Jack was so lacking in principles, that if he thought the beggar looked cold and in want of a hot whiskey, he was, if anything, more apt to yield the ill-destined alms. In this instance the insidious Blathers had struck him in two vulnerable spots, his very weak nature, and his love of dogs. He also wanted to get rid of Blathers with his endless stream of lurid and decidedly rum-flavored eloquence, and the easiest way to do so was to buy the puppy.
It was in his master"s Soph.o.m.ore year that Blathers, the pup, began his career. He waxed fast in beauty and knowledge. His nose grew in and his teeth grew out, his ears a.s.sumed the correct angle and his legs the proper curve. His tail in babyhood had been scientifically bitten off by the gentleman after whom he was named, and was, therefore, of exactly the right length. He went through the distemper and gave it to every dog in his club. His spirit did not belie his points; before the end of his junior year he had tackled almost every dog in Cambridge and generally came out on top. He was a dog of marvellous tact, also; he learned not to growl at the proctor on his staircase. Rattleton spent much time on Blather"s education--so did Rattleton"s friends. The latter, among other accomplishments, succeeded after great effort in teaching him to drink beer; but Blathers never went beyond the bounds of propriety, as did frequently that disreputable Irish terrier of Dixey"s.
Blather"s most prominent virtue of all was devotion to his master, and his affection was fully returned. Those two were rarely apart, except in the mornings, before Rattleton was up. Blathers always got out with the nine o"clock lecture men and chapel goers, and would visit around at the various club-tables where he had friends, generally collecting five or six breakfasts before his master arose. At about eleven o"clock he would be seen, sitting with his arms akimbo, in front of the Holly Tree; then Jack was sure to be inside, getting the marvellous dropped eggs from the sad-eyed John. If ever Blathers frequented the steps of Ma.s.sachusetts, Sever, or other lecture hall, all men would know that Jack Rattleton was again on probation. If they saw the dog on the grim stone Stair of Sighs in the south entrance of University, they would make sympathetic inquiries when next they met the master.
When the round black and brown head stuck out of the window of Riley"s cab, it was certain that Rattleton was bound over the bridge. They even went once or twice to the theatre together, Blathers concealed under Jack"s overcoat. Though pugnacious by nature, it was not because Blathers loved other dogs less, but fighting more. He loved a row for its own sweet self, had few enemies and several warm friends. He was particularly devoted to Hudson"s Topsy, and engaged in many a combat on her account, and for her edification. There were only two dogs for whom he had any real aversion--Mike Dixey, of his own cla.s.s, and Baynor"s white bull-dog, of the cla.s.s below him.
Probably the happiest moment of Blathers college life occurred one day on Holmes" Field. There was a cla.s.s ball-game going on; the Soph.o.m.ores were ranged on one side of the field, the Juniors opposite. The white bull-dog had been barking in time with the cheering, yelping at the players of the opposing team, trying to "rattle" the pitcher, and making himself generally conspicuous and obnoxious. Finally, in the excitement over some good play, he slipped his collar and ran into the outfield to congratulate the centre-fielder. Somehow or other (Ned Burleigh probably knew), Blathers happened to get loose at the same moment. With a heralding bark he flew into the listed field and made straight for the white champion. All interest in the ball-game ceased at once. With a great shout the two opposing crowds rose from the seats _en ma.s.se_, and swept across the diamond, "blocking off" the owners of the two dogs, who rushed to separate them. In the rush, five or six more terriers got adrift, and reached the front well ahead of their masters. In just about ten seconds there was a ball of at least seven dogs of various fighting breeds, rolling about in a halo of hair, howls, and pure delight. After a few minutes, their masters succeeded in pushing through the surrounding crowd, and each man laid hold of a dog"s tail or hind leg.
By dint of heaving and kicking, the happy party was at last broken up, and at the bottom of the pile were found Blathers and the white bull-dog. They were locked in a fond embrace, and it took hot water from the gymnasium to get them apart. Ever after that Blathers bore a scar on the side of his head; but he was proud of that mark, for there was a larger and more distinct one on the Soph.o.m.ore dog.
Blathers got into a sc.r.a.pe in his Senior year that nearly caused his expulsion from the University, and compromised his master seriously. An aunt of Rattleton"s came out to Cambridge one afternoon, for the purpose of attending the Thursday Vespers in Appleton Chapel. She notified Jack that she expected him to escort her. Jack got his room in order, with some difficulty, expurgated the ornaments and pictures, put his aunt"s photograph on the mantel-piece and a Greek lexicon on the table, and sent Blathers to spend the afternoon with a friend. Aunt could not abide a dog, especially one of Blathers" type of beauty. So Mr. B. went off with Jack Randolph.
Randolph"s room was in the back of Thayer, and his window commanded the approaches to Appleton Chapel. Blathers was squatted in the window-seat with his head on one side, idly watching the birds, and wondering where his master could have gone. Suddenly his eye fell on that very person, and with him one of that kind of humans whose legs are all in one piece.
Blathers had seen lots of that kind, and knew well enough what they were; but what could one of them possibly be doing with his master, right here in Cambridge, at this time of year? He had never seen such a thing as that before, except once on Cla.s.s Day. It was for this, then, that he had been dismissed for the afternoon! Well, well, well, pretty goings on! He betrayed his astonishment and irritation by a low "wuff!"
jumped down from the window-seat, and scratched at the door.
"No," said Randolph, looking at him, "you can"t get out. Did you see a cat?"
Blathers came over to the arm-chair, stood up, putting both hands on Randolph"s knees, and looked at him appealingly.
"Yes, I know," said Randolph, "your master has deserted you for the afternoon, hasn"t he? Mean trick, isn"t it? And where do you suppose he has gone? To Vespers, think of that! Don"t shake your head, Blathers, it"s true----" "Wuff!" "Yes, rather remarkable, I know; no wonder you say so. But don"t blame him; he couldn"t help it, and it will do him good."
A few minutes afterwards Randolph threw away his book, and took his cap.
"Come, Blathers," said he, "we"ll go over to the Pud for awhile. You may find your friend Topsy there."
No sooner had he opened the door than Blathers scrambled down-stairs with that graceful motion peculiar to a terrier on urgent business; his hind-quarters shoved his head all the way down-stairs, and tripped over it at the bottom. He shot out of the door as if after a cat, whisked round the corner, and made straight for the Chapel. On the steps, however, he paused, for, at that moment, coming up the path from Memorial, he saw a sight that made his blood boil. Hudson and Dixey were strolling back from the Aga.s.siz, and trotting ahead of them were Topsy and that abominable Mike Dixey. As has been mentioned before, Mike was a dog of very loose character. He would get intoxicated on beer whenever he could find any one to "set it up." He belonged nominally to Dixey, but was really a sort of dog-about-college. He would attach himself to any one whom he could work for crackers and beer. He did not mind spending the night on a door-step, and a.s.sociated with all the street curs. He would hang around the public billiard-rooms and Foster"s, and do tricks for sandwiches. Sometimes he would disappear on a spree for days, get caught by the muckers, and come home with a tin can in tow.
Altogether he was no fit company for a lady, and when Blathers saw this low-lived animal walking with his Topsy, reverence for the spot could not restrain his indignation. Right in front of the Chapel door he insulted the Irish terrier, and before the men behind could come up, then and there the fight began. Rattleton, within, heard the sounds of conflict rise above the anthem, and, by some vague intuition, his blood ran cold. Another moment and Mike came flying up the aisle with yelps of pain, evidently seeking sanctuary. Blathers may have had a deep reverence for Appleton Chapel (barring the architecture), but his blood was up, and he did not stop to think. He pursued the flying foe, overtook and grabbed him again, just beyond Rattleton"s pew, and alongside of that of a couple of magnates. Jack thought it would be better to remove those two dogs himself, and did so, one in each hand.
But there was no use in pretending that he did not know to whom that scientific bull-terrier belonged. The men outside had some difficulty in persuading him that they were in no way responsible for the episode.
Mr. Blathers lived long and went to many places, but that was the only time he ever attended services in church.
A HOWARD AND HARVARD EVENING.
That evening at dinner Burleigh and Rattleton entertained the table with a glowing description of a new play they had seen on the previous night, at the Howard Athenaeum. They were most enthusiastic about it.
"I can"t understand," declared Burleigh, "how such a piece and such a troupe happened to drop into the old Howard. Such scenery! Why, the stage setting was the best I ever saw. One act was laid in the pine woods; you could look way through them, apparently, live birds flew about among the branches, and they must have burned some sort of balsam in the wings, for you could actually smell the pines."
"That"s a new smell for the Howard," remarked Hudson.
"Yes, and those two girls!" added Jack Rattleton. "By Jove, wasn"t that blonde a beauty!"
"The brunette was better," averred Burleigh. "How she did sing! They have splendid songs all through the play."
"Never saw such acting," said Jack, "even--certainly never at the Howard."
"The hero was a magnificent young man," Burleigh went on. "You ought to see him throw down the villain in the last act. I"m going again as soon as I can."
"Why haven"t we heard of it before?" queried Stoughton, suspiciously.
"It was a first night," explained Burleigh, promptly. "Jack and I were pioneers. You fellows ought to go see it. You"ll hear enough of it before it is over; but go in now while it is fresh."
"I have nothing to do to-night," said Hudson. "I believe I"ll go. Who is with me?"
Stoughton and Gray both agreed to join him. Holworthy and Randolph were going to drive over to a ball in Brookline.
"I"d give anything to go with you chaps," said Burleigh, "but I have got to work into the wee sma" hours on my forensic. It is due to-morrow morning, and I haven"t done a thing on it."
"I"d like to see that show again, too," said Jack, "but I don"t feel very well to-night. I"m going to turn in early."
The three theatre-goers started for town immediately after dinner. They stopped at one of the clubs first, and picked up three or four other men on the strength of Burleigh"s eulogy of the play.
Whoever has been through Harvard College and never been to the Howard Athenaeum has neglected his advantages; fortunately such deplorable instances are rare. Who, that has improved his opportunities, does not remember the old stamping-ground, where the commingled perfumes of orange-peel, humanity, and peanuts would smell to high heaven, were they not stopped in a concentrated ma.s.s by the grimy roof. There things are real, things are earnest, unweakened by affectation and refinement. The villains are real bad villians, and carry knives, not cigarettes. They know how to gloat. The heroes have red undershirts and true n.o.bility, and don"t mind showing either. The heroines are not ashamed of sentimentality. Neither is the audience. There, too, is music that you can remember and whistle, that you can sing afterwards on the way back to Cambridge; not music that you must contemplate with rapt gaze on the ceiling. There you will find humor of the broad, plain, unmistakable variety, humor at which you can laugh for its own sake, not for the maker"s wit or your own in detecting it. Nor, in that shrine of the Muses, does pleasure always end with the fall of the curtain. Frequently you may see two or three excellent fights on the way out, and perhaps be granted a share in one yourself. Oh, you get your money"s worth at the cla.s.sic Athenaeum, for it is all for fifty cents (thirty-five in the gallery).
"I have a suspicion," said Stoughton, on the way in town, "that those fellows were lying to us. I"ll bet this show is something awful, they were probably bored to death, and conceived the happy thought of getting us sold in the same way."
"Never mind," said Hudson, philosophically; "we"ll have a good time anyway."
Before the curtain had been up ten minutes, d.i.c.k"s suspicion gained ground; it"s truth was fully confirmed long before the end of the play.
The scenery, the birds, and the pine balsam effects were wholly creatures of Burleigh"s capable brain; as for Jack Rattleton"s houris, Stoughton declared that "Noah was a fool to have saved them; he ought to have shut them out in the rain long enough to get a wash any way."
Even the Athenaeum audience was dissatisfied and inclined to jeer. Gray wanted to leave at the end of the first act.
"Hold on," insisted Hudson, "let"s stay here and make this a success.
There"s lots of good sentiment all through it, just your style Gray. All it needs is a little enthusiasm in the house to warm up the actors.