It is well to fittingly prepare for what is to come." With this Julia marched her adherents down the field and around the corner of the Omnibus House.

She was followed by Grace and her band.

There was a chorus of giggles from the chosen helpers that was sternly checked by Julia.
Before their eyes stood a large, open paste-board box lined with the colors of both classes, in which reposed the Crosby hatchet, likened to a battle-ax by Julia.

Its handle was decorated with sophomore and junior ribbons, and around the head was a wreath of immortelles.

A disreputable looking sheaf of wheat lay across the end of the box.
There was a smothered laugh from Nora, whose quick brain had grasped the full significance of the thing.
"This is not an occasion for levity," reprimanded Grace sternly.