Part 7 (1/2)

”3. Smok-ing, either of pipes, cig-ars, or cig-ar-ettes, stunts the growth and re-tards the dev-el-op-ment of in-tel-lect. Child-ren, be-ware!

”4. A suf-fic-ien-cy of sleep and plain, whole-some fare are strong-ly re-com-mend-ed.

”Early to bed and early to rise Makes little Fres.h.i.+e healthy and wise.

”Avoid late hours and rich food, es-pec-ial-ly fudge.

”5. That you may not be tempt-ed to trans-gress the pre-ceed-ing rule, it has been thought best to pro-hib-it the Freshman Din-ner, which in pre-vi-ous years has ruin-ed so many young lives. The hab-it of hold-ing these din-ners is a per-nic-ious one and must be stamp-ed out. To this end the CLa.s.s OF 1904 will ex-ert its strong-est ef-forts, and you are here-by warn-ed that any at-tempt to re-vive this lam-ent-able cust-om will bring down up-on you severe chast-ise-ment.

”We must be cruel only to be kind; Pause and reflect, who would be dined.

”Heed and prof-it by these PRE-CEPTS, dear child-ren, that you may grow up to be great and n.o.ble men like those who sub-scribe them-selves,

”Pa-ter-nal-ly yours,

”THE CLa.s.s OF 1904.

”You are ad-ver-tis-ed by your lov-ing friends.”

This startling information, printed in soph.o.m.ore red on big white placards, flamed from every available s.p.a.ce in and about the campus the next morning. The nocturnal bill-posters had shown themselves no respecters of places, for the placards adorned not fences and walls alone, but were pasted on the granite steps of each recitation hall. All the forenoon groups of staid seniors, grinning juniors and soph.o.m.ores, or vexed freshmen stood in front of the placards and read the inscriptions with varied emotions. But in the afternoon a cheering mob of the ”infants” marched through the college and town and tore down or effaced every poster they could find. But they didn't get as far from the campus as the athletic field, and so it was not until Neil and Paul and one or two other freshmen reported for practise at four o'clock that it was discovered that the high board fence surrounding the field was a ma.s.s of the objectionable signs from end to end.

”Oh, let them stay,” said Neil. ”I think they're rather funny myself.

And as for their stopping the freshman dinner, why we'll wait and see.

If they try it we'll have our chance to get back at them.”

”R-r-revenge!” muttered South, who, with a lacrosse stick over his shoulder and an attire consisting wholly of a pair of flapping white trunks, a faded green s.h.i.+rt, and a pair of canvas shoes, had come out to join the lacrosse candidates.

”King suggested our getting some small posters printed in blue with just the figures ''05' on them, and pasting one on every soph's window,” said Paul, ”but Livingston wouldn't hear of it. I think it would be a good game, eh?”

”Faculty'd kick up no end of a rumpus,” said South.

”I haven't heard that they are doing much about these things,” answered Paul. ”If the sophs can stick things around why can't we?”

”You'd better ask the Dean,” suggested Neil. ”h.e.l.lo, who's that chap?”

They had entered the grounds and were standing on the steps of the locker-house. The person to whom Neil referred was just coming through the gate. He was a medium-sized man of about thirty years, with a good-looking, albeit very freckled face, and a good deal of sandy hair.

The afternoon was quite warm, and he carried his straw hat in one very brown hand, while over his arm lay a sweater of Erskine purple, a pair of canvas trousers, and two worn shoes.

”Blessed if I know who he is!” murmured South. They watched the newcomer as he traversed the path and reached the steps. As he pa.s.sed them and entered the building he looked them over keenly with a pair of very sharp and very light blue eyes.

”Wow!” muttered Paul. ”He looked as though he was trying to decide whether I would taste better fried or baked.”

”I wonder--” began Neil. But at that moment Tom Cowan came up and Paul put the question to him.

”The fellow that just came in?” repeated Cowan. ”That, my boy, is a gentleman who will have you standing on your head in just about twenty minutes. Some eight or ten years ago he was popularly known hereabouts as 'Whitey' Mills. To-day, if you know your business, you'll address him as _Mister_ Mills.”

”Oh,” said Neil, ”he's the head coach, is he?”

”He is, my young friend. And as he used to be one of the finest half-backs in the country, I guess you'll see something of him before you make the team. I dare say he can teach even you something about playing your position.” Cowan grinned and pa.s.sed on.