Why--ha! ha! ha!--you are the only one who has an idea the freshmen will be in the race at all." "I know it, but few have had any idea that the freshmen could do any of the things they have done.

They have fooled us right along, and--" "Oh, say! Give me a cigarette and let's drop it.

From the way you talk I should say you would make a good sporting editor for a Sunday-school paper." "That's all right," muttered Hartwick, sulkily, as he tossed Bruce a package of Turkish cigarettes.

"Wait and see if I am not right." After this Bruce went about telling all the sophomores what Hartwick thought, and urging them to "jolly him" whenever they could get a chance.

As a result Evan was kept in hot water the most of the time, but he persisted in claiming that the freshmen were bound to give them a surprise.
One evening a jolly party gathered in Browning and Hartwick's rooms.
Cigarettes were passed around, and soon the smoke was thick enough to cut with a knife.
"How are the eggs down where you are taking your meals now, Horner ?" asked Puss Parker.
"Oh, they are birds!" chirped little Tad, who was perched on the back of a chair, with his cap on the side of his head.
This produced a general laugh, and Parker said: "Speaking of birds makes me think that riches hath wings.