Avenge now the innumerable wrongs of me and my likes.

Before deciding on our line of action, however, I should like to hear from a learned gentleman in our midst, whose brain is ever fertile in expedients.

I refer to the only one of us who has been through college--in at the front door and out the back.

I call on the representative of the class of Naughty-naughty!" He sat down amid vociferous cries of "Hear! Hear!" The Bookman arose gracefully.

"While I thank the gentleman who has preceded me for his encomiums," he said, with deprecatory modesty, "yet I can lay no claim for scholastic honors, owing to an unfortunate difference of opinion with the Faculty in the scorching question of turning state's evidence concerning the ebullition of class feeling, in which I was implicated by a black eye or so.