CHAPTER I. CHAPTER II. CHAPTER III. CHAPTER IV. CHAPTER V. WANDERLUST BY ROBERT R. REYNOLDS "BROADWAY PUBLISHING CO. 835 Broadway, New York 1913 Copyright, 1913, BY BROADWAY PUBLISHING CO. TO Hon. O. MAX GARDNER AND BERNARD M. CONLON, THE COMRADES IN MANY OF THE ADVENTURES RECITED HEREIN....

Well I remember my first escapade, and as I sit here to-night writing these memoirs, most vividly do I recall some thrilling experiences which occurred in the pine fields and on the sand hills of Florida. I was then about fourteen years old and had just returned to the preparatory college after a most enjoyable vacation. While at home I began to love the open life and to long for the grassy sarannaks, the orange groves and the pine belts of the southland. I had been thinking of running away for

A few years later I entered the academic department of the State University, and I can say without blushing that I worked faithfully that year both in my studies and in athletics. When the summer came and the vacation months set in, I returned home and began work on one of the dailies as a reporter, which position I held until college opened the following fall. During my sophomore year I succeeded in making the 'varsity football and track teams, and as a consequence I was pretty much the man by

Before the following Spring term was half ended I began to plan my second trip to Europe. The work on the ship the second trip over was practically the same, but I had a number of experiences which were new to me. On this trip there were in all thirteen cattlemen on board, eight college fellows, the foreman and four hoboes. There was "Frenchy," our foreman, an excitable man with an irritable temper, who did not know that men were not to be abused, but in some cases be coaxed. Another member of t

The following fall at the University was a trying one for it was darned hard to get back to the studies after such a bully good time tramping over Europe. There wasn't much midnight oil wasted, for I was too full of football. Ten good men were trying for my place on the team, and consequently it took all of my time to hold down left-half on the 'varsity eleven. Well, I won, and we had some dandy times on the trips that season. Warner, Cornell's old coach, trained us that fall and he had a fine l

The four months during which I was separated from my dear old pal soon passed. My time at home that fall was taken up in literary and athletic circles. Christmas came and the day was drawing near for my departure to the Pacific Coast where I was pledged to meet my friend. I left on the day following Christmas and arrived in San Francisco January 4th, the day before the cherished reunion. En route I spent pleasant short stops in St. Louis, Kansas City, the Grand Canyon of Arizona, and the petrifi