{"product_id":"2940016267036","title":"For the Honor of Randall","description":"“What a glorious night!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTom Parsons, standing at the window of the study which he shared with\u003cbr\u003ehis chums, looked across the campus of Randall College.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“It’s just perfect,” he went on.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere was no answer from the three lads who, in various attitudes, took\u003cbr\u003etheir ease, making more or less of pretenses at studying.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The moon,” Tom went on, “the moon is full----”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“So are you--of words,” blurted out Sid Henderson, as he leafed his\u003cbr\u003etrigonometry.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“It’s one of the finest nights----”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Since nights were invented,” broke in Phil Clinton, with a yawn. “Dry\u003cbr\u003eup, Tom, and let us bone, will you?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eUnmoved by the scorn of his chums, the tall lad at the casement, gazing\u003cbr\u003eout on the scene, which, to do him justice, had wonderfully moved him,\u003cbr\u003econtinued to stand there. Then, in a quiet voice, as though unconscious\u003cbr\u003eof the presence of the others, he spoke:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The moon o’er yonder hilltop rises, a silver disk, like unto a warrior’s\u003cbr\u003eshield, whereon he, from raging battle coming, is either carried upon it,\u003cbr\u003eor bears it proudly as----”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Oh for cats’ sake!” fairly yelled Frank Simpson, the Big Californian,\u003cbr\u003eas he had been dubbed. He shied his book full at Tom Parsons, catching\u003cbr\u003ehim in the back, and bringing to a close the blank verse our hero was\u003cbr\u003espouting, with a grunt that greatly marred it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Say, you fellows can’t appreciate anything decent!” shot back the lad at\u003cbr\u003ethe window. “If I try to raise you above the level of the kindergarten\u003cbr\u003eclass you are in deep water. I suppose I should have said: ‘Oh see the\u003cbr\u003emoon. Does the moon see me? The moon sees me. What a pretty moon!’ Bah!\u003cbr\u003eYou make me tired. Here we have the most glorious night of the winter,\u003cbr\u003ewith a full moon, snow on the ground to make it as light as day, a calm,\u003cbr\u003eperfect night----”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Oh perfect night!” mocked Sid.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Vandal!” hissed Tom.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Go on! Hear Hear! Bravo!” cried Phil. “Let the noble Senator proceed!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Oh, for the love of mustard!” broke in the big lad who had tossed his\u003cbr\u003ebook at Tom. “There’s no use trying to do any work with this mob. I’m\u003cbr\u003egoing over to see Dutch Housenlager. He won’t spout blank verse when I\u003cbr\u003ewant to bone, and that’s some comfort.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“No, but he’ll want to get you into some horse-play, like tying knots in\u003cbr\u003eProc. Zane’s socks, or running the flag up at half mast on the chapel,”\u003cbr\u003edeclared Tom. “You had much better stay here, Frank. I’ve got something\u003cbr\u003eto propose.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“There! I knew it!” cried Phil. “There’s a girl in it somewhere, or Tom\u003cbr\u003ewould never be so poetical. Who is she, Tom? and when are you going to\u003cbr\u003epropose?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Oh, you fellows are worse than the measles,” groaned the lad who had\u003cbr\u003ebeen looking at the moonlight. “I’m done with you. I leave you to your\u003cbr\u003efate.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith a grunt of annoyance Tom turned away from the window, kicked under\u003cbr\u003ethe sofa the book which Frank had thrown at him, and reached for his cap\u003cbr\u003eand coat.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Where you going?” asked Phil quickly, as he turned over in the deep\u003cbr\u003earmchair, causing the ancient piece of furniture to emit many a groan,\u003cbr\u003eand send out a choking cloud of dust. “Whither away, fair sir?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Anywhere, to get away from you fellows,” grunted the displeased one.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“No, but seriously, where are you going?” asked Frank. “Now that you’ve\u003cbr\u003ebroken the ice, I don’t mind admitting that I don’t care such an awful\u003cbr\u003elot for boning.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTom paused in the doorway, one arm in and the other out of his coat.","brand":"WDS Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47146586734832,"sku":"2940016267036","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940016267036_p0.jpg?v=1763631656","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940016267036","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}