Remember the class is looking forward to seeing you win a few touch-downs in the Robinson game." "Oh, I'll be all right," answered Neil, "and if they'll let me into the game I'll do my best.

Only--I'm afraid I'll be a bit stale when I get out again." "Not you," declared Livingston heartily.

"'Age can not wither nor custom stale your infinite variety.'" "That's a quotation from--somebody," said South accusingly.

"'Fan' wants us to think he made it up.

Besides, I don't think it's correct; it should be, 'Custom can not age nor wither stale your various interests.' Hold on, I'm not particular; I'll walk along with you two.