What's the good word, Amy ?" "I have no news to relate," was the grave response, "save that Jordan obtruded his shining cranium as we came in and requested me to inform you fellows that unless there was less noise up here--" Jeers greeted that fiction.

"I love your phrases, Amy," said Marvin.
"'Shining cranium' is great" "Oh, Amy is one fine little phraser," said Innes.

"Remember his theme last year, fellows?
How did it go, Amy?
Let me see.

Oh! 'The westerning sun sank slowly into the purple void of twilight, a burnished copper disk beyond the earth's horizon!'" "I never!" cried Amy indignantly.
"He loves to call a football an 'illusive spheroid,'" chuckled another chap.
"So it is," asserted Amy vehemently.

"I know, because I tried to play with one once!" "I'll bet a great little football player was lost when you forsook the gridiron for the--the field of scholarly endeavour," said Tom Hall.
"He's caught it, too!" groaned the youth beside him, Steve Edwards.
"Guess I'll take him home." "You're not talking that way yet, are you, Thayer ?" asked Jack Innes solicitously.
"I don't think so," replied Clint with a smile.
"You will sooner or later, though.