You can wear the colors--because of the necktie rush--but you can't carry a cane." "Oh--ah--so that's it!" cried William Philander, a light breaking in on him.

"But why didn't you come up politely and tell me so, instead of rushing at me like a--ah--like mad bulls?
It was very rude, don't you know." "Next time we'll send you a scented note by special liveried messenger," said one of the second-year students in disgust.
"We'll have it on engraved paper, too," added another.
"Thank you.

That will be--ah--better," replied William Philander calmly.

"But look at my suit," he continued, and gave a groan.

"I can't--ah--make any afternoon calls to-day, and I was going to a pink tea--" "Wow! A pink tea, boys!" yelled one of the boys.