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About University of Oregon monthly. (Eugene, Oregon) 1897-???? | View Entire Issue (May 1, 1908)
U n iversity of O regon .V o N t u l v je the benches; and I, by my appearance and dress, diametrically dif- ierred from them. Owing- to long trip from Vancouver tb Chicago, my clothes were dirty and my face black with coal; and more than that, instead of a fashionable valise, or suit case,, 1 had an old ta^hioned iron trunk, which* alone convinced me how far we were behind, the times. Hbwever, I had not, to wait long for the desired information. A gentleman came to me and asked: *s “Are you waiting for anybody r”A | * 1 ' / ‘Where do you want ,to go ?” “I don’t Jmow.” “A‘ Stranger !?” “Yes, sir?’' /W e ll, better go to 'Y . M. C ./A ; that is the place for the Strangers.” Very kindly he led me ¡out of the depot where several coaches were ready for service, | With his instructions I hired one, and was off. A few minutes’ drive brought me before the room's’of Y. M. C. A, »Äs fopfiL as I got down frbm the coach, a boy * approached in order to carry my trunk. But when he observed my dress, he stopped and I saw smiles on his face, Nevertheless, I hurried in the building, and on the second floor I saw the sign board. The secretary asked me whether I was a Christian and of what, denom ination. Of cdurse, my answer was a direct negative.' Then, with his introductory note, I went to the information office,', and the man in charge treated me amiably. He advised me to go to any hotel, but the Oriental was afraid of high charges; I soiight some Oriental restaurant where I could get something to eat to my taste. At least he gave me some names of Oriental firms and I started to find them. With my strange attire, I was walking in the streets of Chicago and was wondering at the sight pf sky scrapers. Not only buildings but the American life in general was wonderful. What a rush! It seemed to me as if the people were running a race on the side walks. Yes, this was American “hustling” as-I learned afterwards. The spirit of “hustling”, which I call Restlessness, was breathing in the whole atmosphere. What a noise! Carriages, carts, electric cars were enough to disturb an unaccustomed mind, but the elevated