But fortune send we don't meet the Dean," he continued, as he slid to the floor.

"I called on him Monday; a little affair of too many cuts; 'Mr.South,' said he sorrowfully, 'avoid two things while in college--idleness and evil associations.' I promised, fellows, and here I am breaking that promise.

Farewell, Fletcher; bear up under your great load of affliction.

Good-night, Burr.

Kindly see that he gets his medicine regularly every seven minutes, and don't let him sleep in a draft; pajamas are much warmer." "Come on, you grinning idiot," said Foster.
When the door had closed upon the three, Sydney placed his crutches under his arms and moved over to the chair beside the couch.
"Look here, Neil, you don't really think, do you, that you'll have any trouble getting back into your place ?" "I hardly know.