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Show KEWPIE SINKS IN BOG OF SLOTH In his high school days William Francis McCrea, known to some as the Vagabond Kewpie, won a speech contest. The name of McCrea plastered newspaper front pages. McCrea's name was plastered. McCrea got plastered. Came the time for triumphant McCrea to enter the University of Utah. Professors fought for the privilege of his presence in their classes, laager but short-sighted fraternity men sought to high-pressure him into accepting their bids. Little did they know that plushbottomed McCrea would soon plunge into obscurity. His downfall, enhanced by his pledging Beta, was furthered by the fact that one cannot live on one's high school reputation, can one? (Ed. Note. "No.") McCrea was nonplussed at this seeming turn of events. Desperately he sought to regain his former reputation, employing means good or bad. (One Mean was a foreigner and I'll kill the first man to sing "Mean Tummy.") But the "Damp-hand" McCrea about to flash magnetic eves on bicycle seat. road to fame at Utah had lost its glamor. (Glamor had gone to the movies with Glam-paw.) Now we find the once flame-flashing McCrea eyes dulled with dust of disappointment. Failure has dampened his blanket and stooped his shoulders. Now, his doddering, bedraggled figure may be seen lurking in the background of student administration, trying to find a knothole through which to peer. Life is like that, like that. Marine: Well, what's the matter? Didn't I do all right in the parade? His Girl (sweetly): Sure you did all right! Didn't you win it by half a yard? Bull McCrea feeling pensive over lack of bran in morning's rations. 349 |
