fellows are my guests. You may present the bill to me." He pulled a five-dollar note from his pocket and waved it aloft.
Joe was convinced. He gave the signal to his assistants for the orgy to commence. In a few minutes The Palace was turned into a soda, ice cream, frappé and sundae shambles. Harold tried a double marshmallow meringue and discovered it a very rich concoction made of soft ice cream, nuts, marshmallow whip, meringue and a secret ingredient that only the towheaded Joe, its inventor, knew. Harold found it too rich for his taste. But his guests consumed them like peanuts.
As each man finished, he set his empty glass or dish down oir the counter, waved an indefinite salutation to Harold and disappeared out of the store. In an amazingly short time, the Freshman found himself alone with a half-consumed meringue, Joe Dugan and the bill lying in front of him and waiting to be paid. Harold finished the last of the meringue. Without looking at the bill, he covered it with his five-dollar note and stood waiting for his change. Joe sardonically played a tune on his cash register. Reaching into the till, he pulled out some coins and laid them before Harold. His change. It amounted to three cents. Harold, striving to
