might accidentally miss reading the notice the one morning of your four years in college that your professor was ill and was not holding his class!
Following in rapid succession after the lion-picture and "Tattler" salesmen, came undergraduate tradesmen offering athletic supplies, the "Tate Totem Pole," season ticket to the football games, the services of the University Laundry (including free laundry box), a handsome framed reproduction of Kipling's "If," coupons good for twenty shines at the Student Shoe Shining Parlors, coupons good for twenty pants-presses at the Student Pressing Plant, Freshman caps ("the regulation uniform after to-day, Freshman. Better buy one"), Freshman corduroy trousers, Freshman black sweater, and the official Freshman pipe with 2T9 inlaid in the bowl.
And Harold patronized them all. He listened, completely awed, to their polished line. He thought he was duty-bound to buy.
Finally, around ten o'clock, when he was wondering how many more of these itinerant merchants would discover his room, he extended another invitation to enter in response to a knock at the door. And gazed upon the blinking presence of Thomas Harrington ("Shelley") Logan. Dave Keay's friend had a copy of a rather highbrow-looking maga-
