Show “The Bugle’s Last Note” There are times in a fellow's life when he feels as if his God had forgotten him This feeling sometimes may be plain cowardice but rather for the sake of humanity let it be called “the blues” Ralph Bliss had “the blues” and he had ’em bad As he stood under the slanting board porch of the Dutch Flat Hotel and gazed out upon the leading street of the little Sierra Nevada mining town his thoughts wandered back to a night of a few months before when he and a bunch of his “frat” fellows at Yale celebrated their This celecoming “grad” days bration was responsible for his presSo ent geographical location strenuous were the doings that they became common talk about school and soon the governing board inquired and the “guv” at home received news that his offspring who was doing higher education wras not doing his duty This bit of information was not unexpected as the “guv” had knowledge of certain other celebrations that his hopeful had indulged in at certain other times Repeated warnings did nothing so the “guv’’ did what he considered his duty and Ralph Bliss left college on the day before he should have taken his “sheep-skin- ” The incidenthe same day repented and the wrote ally “guv” thanking him for the green roll of five hundred and promising to do better sent her “frat” pin to the “girl” packed his carpet bag and “jumped'’ the overland for the west A few months of alternate loafworking and wandering ing brought him to his present situation under the front porch of Dutch |