down his back, his legs and onto the floor. They became mixed up with the feet of the dancers, embarrassing the girls and astounding the men.
Then calamity followed swiftly upon calamity for Harold. He edged over toward a table and picked up a fork as he danced by. He intended to hold his trousers to his dress shirt with this utensil if possible. He caught the fork into a button hole at the back. But unfortunately the fork was caught to the tablecloth also. Off came the tablecloth laden with ice cream, candy, demi-tasse cups and water glasses!
A waiter came bustling up, attracted by the crash, and seized the tablecloth. When, forked to Harold's trousers, it would not come for him, the waiter jerked at it. This was too much for the loosely basted seams of the Freshman's pants. Off came the whole rear section! The waiter disappeared with the tablecloth and the torn portion of the trousers out through a back door. Harold, attempting to follow him, clutched at his own waist in the back in a wild endeavor to keep his pants up. They fell down in front!
In a panic he started to rush through the crowd. Dancers roared, shouted, squealed. Then realizing the situation—that their host was arrayed in a trick tuxedo and had been
