The Varmint — A Closer Reading
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There was about young Stover, when properly washed, a certain air of cherubim that instantly struck the observer; his tousled tow hair had a cathedral tone, his cheek was guileless and his big blue eyes had an upward cast toward the angels which, as in the present moment when he was industriously exchanging a check labeled Baltimore to a trunk bound for Jersey City, was absolutely convincing. But from the limit whence the cherub continueth not the imp began. His collar was crumpled and smutty with the descent of many signs, a salmon-pink necktie had quarreled with a lavender shirt and retreated toward one ear, one cuff had broken loose and one sulked up the sleeve. His green serge pockets bulged in every direction, while the striped blue-and-white trousers, already outgrown, stuck to the knees and halted short of a pair of white socks that in turn disappeared into a pair of razor-pointed patent-leathers.
Young Stover's career at Miss Wandell's Select Academy for boys and girls had been a tremendous success, for it had ended in a frank confession on Miss Wandell's part that her limited curriculum was inadequate for the abnormal activities of dangerous criminals.
As Stover completed the transfer of the last trunk-checks the stage for Lawrenceville plodded cumbrously up, and from the box Jimmy hailed him.
"Eh, there, young Sporting Life, bound for Lawrenceville? Step lively."
Stover swung up, gingerly pushing ahead of him the battered bag.
"Lawrenceville?" said the driver, looking at it suspiciously.
"Right the first time."
"Oh, the Green will be good enough for me."
"Well, tuck in above."
"Thanks, I'll cuddle here," said Stover, slipping into the seat next to him, "just to look over the way you handle the ribbons and see if I approve."
Jimmy, connoisseur of new arrivals, glanced behind at the only other passenger, a man of consular mould, and then looked at Stover in sardonic amusement.
"Don't look at me like that, old Sport," said Stover impressively; "I've driven real coaches, sixteen horses, rip-snorters, and all that sort of thing."
Jimmy, having guided the placid animals through the labyrinths of Trenton, gave them the rein on the long highway that leads to Lawrenceville and turned to examine Stover with new relish.
"Say, Bub," he said at length, "you're goin' to have a great time at this little backwoods school--you're going to enjoy yourself."
"Think I'm fresh, eh?"
"Fresh?" said Jimmy thoughtfully. "Why, fresh ain't at all the word."
"Well, I can take care of myself."
"What did they fire you for?" said Jimmy, touching up the horses.
"Who said they fired me?" said Stover, surprised.
"Well, what was it?" said Jimmy, disdaining an explanation.
"They fired me," said Stover, hesitating a moment--"they fired me for trying to kill a man."
"I drew a knife on him," said Stover rapidly. "I'd 'a' done for him, too, the coward, if they hadn't hauled me off."
At this there was a chuckle from the passenger behind who said with great solemnity:
"Dear me, dear me, a dreadful state of affairs--quite thrilling."
"I saw red, everything--everything red," said Stover, breathing hard.
"What had he done to you?" said Jimmy, winking at Mr. Hopkins, alias Lucius Cassius, alias The Roman, master of the Latin line and distinguished flunker of boys.
"He insulted my--my mother."
"She--she's dead," said Stover in a stage voice he remembered.
At this Jimmy and Mr. Hopkins stopped, genuinely perplexed, and looked hard at Stover.
"You don't mean it! Dear me," said The Roman, hesitating before a possible blunder.
"It was long ago," said Stover, thrilling with the delight of authorship. "She died in a ship-wreck to save me."
The Roman was nonplussed. There was always the possibility that the story might be true.
"Ah, she gave her life to save yours, eh?" he said encouragingly.
"Held my head above water, breeches buoy and all that sort of thing," said Stover, remembering something in Dickens. "I was the only one saved, me and the ship's cat."
"Well, well," said The Roman, with a return of confidence; "and your father--is he alive?"
"Yes," said Stover, considering the distant woods; "but--but we don't speak of him."
"Ah, pardon me," said The Roman, gazing on him with wonder. "Painful memories--of course, of course. And what happened to your brother?"
Stover, perceiving the note of skepticism, turned and looked The Roman haughtily in the face, then, turning to Jimmy, he said in a half whisper:
"Who's the old buck, anyhow?"
Jimmy stiffened on the box as though he had received an electric shock; then, biting his lips, he answered with a vicious lunge at the horses:
"Oh, he comes back and forth every now and then."
The novel opens with a vivid portrait of young Stover, who arrives at Lawrenceville carrying stolen railroad signs under his clothes, a broken suitcase, and a cherubic face that belies his impish nature. Johnson's description dwells on the physical details—a salmon-pink tie quarreling with a lavender shirt, trousers that halt above white socks—to establish a character defined by disorder and mischief. The prose is brisk and comic, with a fondness for hyperbolic simile: the tin sign clings 'with the painful tenacity of the historic Spartan fox.' This opening sets the tone for a narrative that treats schoolboy rebellion as a kind of guerrilla warfare, where the battlefield is the classroom and the weapons are wits and nerve.
The Roman and the Gerund War
A central episode in the excerpts is the prolonged battle between Dink Stover and his Latin master, known only as 'The Roman.' The teacher's method is to drill the class on the distinction between the gerund and the gerundive, a grammatical obsession that becomes a test of wills. Johnson renders the classroom as a theater of suspense: Dink devises a signaling system using ear wiggles, a detail that is both absurd and plausible. The Roman, in turn, deploys a gentle, ironic voice—'It has been a matter of pleasure to me—not unmixed with a little surprise'—that masks his determination to catch the culprits. The scene escalates into a 'carnage' where students are called upon one by one, each failing spectacularly. Johnson's dialogue captures the rhythm of schoolroom interrogation, with the teacher's mock-polite corrections and the students' panicked guesses. The episode ends with Dink admitting he has simply learned the grammar, a twist that undercuts the rebellion and suggests that the real victory is intellectual mastery, not evasion.
Physical Comedy and the Body in Trouble
Johnson repeatedly uses physical discomfort and awkwardness to generate comedy. Stover's arrival is a catalogue of bodily indignities: signs pressed against his back and stomach, a collar 'crumpled and smutty,' a cuff that 'sulked up the sleeve.' The prose lingers on the tactile and the painful—the signs 'clung like mustard plasters,' the tin sign 'embraced his stomach'—turning the body into a site of rebellion and punishment. Later, the classroom scenes rely on the physical tension of students who 'wiggles his ears as a pup tries his teeth,' a simile that naturalizes the behavior while making it ridiculous. The Roman's victims 'rose in a panic,' 'fell horribly,' or 'sat down' in defeat, their bodies betraying their mental distress. This emphasis on the physical aligns with the school story tradition, but Johnson gives it a particular sharpness: the body is not just a vehicle for slapstick but a marker of character, with Stover's dishevelment signaling his defiance and his cherubic face masking his cunning.
The Language of Schoolboy Alliances
The excerpts reveal a social world built on nicknames and coded loyalties. Characters are known by epithets: 'The Roman' for the Latin teacher, 'Dink' for Stover, 'Tennessee Shad,' 'P. Lentz,' 'The Gutter Pup.' These names are not merely labels but carry judgments—'The Roman' suggests authority and foreignness, 'The Gutter Pup' implies low status. Johnson's dialogue captures the clipped, competitive speech of boys: 'He won't live out the week,' 'Better quit for a day or two,' 'Never!' The exchanges are terse, often ironic, and freighted with unspoken hierarchies. The signaling system in class depends on a shared understanding among the students, a secret language of ear wiggles and glances that excludes the teacher. Yet Johnson also shows the fragility of these alliances: when the Roman turns his suspicion on the group, the students quickly turn on each other, and the 'carnage' is described with a mixture of glee and sympathy. The social order is both a refuge and a source of pressure, and Johnson renders it through action rather than exposition.
Narrative Voice and the Comic Distance
Johnson's narrator adopts a tone of amused detachment, commenting on events with a dry, almost journalistic precision. Descriptions are laced with mock-heroic language: Stover's theft of railroad signs is treated as a feat of 'abnormal activities,' and the classroom battle is a 'carnage' where the 'scythe passed over them with the old-time sweep.' This elevated diction clashes with the trivial subject matter, creating a comic gap. The narrator also uses direct address to the reader—'There was about young Stover, when properly washed, a certain air of cherubim'—which establishes a conspiratorial intimacy. The voice is not sentimental; it observes the boys' antics with a cool eye, noting their vanity and their fears. At the same time, the narrator refrains from moralizing, allowing the comedy to speak for itself. This balance between irony and affection gives the prose a distinctive rhythm, moving from broad physical humor to subtle character observation without losing momentum.
Readers should attend to the way Johnson builds suspense out of routine school events—a Latin quiz, a stolen sign, a whispered password. The novel's pleasure lies not in plot but in the texture of daily life, rendered through precise physical detail and sharp dialogue. The excerpts suggest a work that rewards attention to its comic timing and its unsentimental view of boyhood. For those interested in the evolution of the school story, The Varmint offers a bridge between the moral earnestness of earlier works and the more cynical, character-driven narratives of the twentieth century.
That rainy afternoon, Dink Stover’s defiant grin against the Roman’s droning Latin felt like a small rebellion I’d almost forgotten. Later, flipping through my notes, I found a loose page about another stubborn spirit. It led me, quite naturally, to The Desert Fiddler — Edition Insights, and the quiet thrill of a similar loneliness, waiting under the dust.
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