Forward! and we move on once more in quest of offenders against the
"statutes." What curious reading some of these statutes afford! We seem
to get a whiff from bygone ages as we read the enactment condemning the
practice of wearing the hair long as unworthy the University; and
equally curious is the provision that forbids the student to carry any
weapon save a bow and arrow.
But let us continue our journey. Tramp, tramp, tramp! No wonder we find
the streets empty: our echoing footsteps give the alarm. But soon we
make another capture. This time the undergraduate seeks refuge in
flight, but in vain. "Fast" though he is, the bull-dog is faster; and
the Proctor enters another name in his note-book. Let him who runs read.
On we go; now visiting the railway station--favourite hunting-ground of
the Proctor--now waiting while the theatre discharges its contents; for
there the gownless student abounds and the Proctor's heart grows merry.
Here a prisoner states that he is Jones, of Jesus. Vain subterfuge!
Though there be many Welshmen at Jesus College, and many of its alumni
bear the name of Jones, yet are you not of their number.
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