alumni, as well as the undergraduate captains of the football and baseball team. There will be speeches, a banquet and other entertainment."
Professor Gaines delivered the invitation as if it were to a presentation at the Court of St. James. And Harold regarded it in no less a light. The high school senior beamed.
He almost stuttered with excitement as he replied, "Say—that would be great! Thanks a lot. I'll ask my dad right away. He'll let me go, I'm sure, when he hears my expenses will be paid."
Sure enough. Henry Lamb grumbled, but he finally guessed it would be all right, "seeing that they're fools enough to pay your way. But don't come back here all heated up again about going to college. College is only for rich nincompoops like young Walt Coburn and half-baked bookworms like your Harlow Gaines, P.D.Q., B.V.D., and eight or nine other useless letters."
Master and pupil left the railroad station at four o'clock the following afternoon. Harold was wearing his gray college-cut suit, the over-length and over-width trousers of which had occasioned much ribald comment from Lamb, Sr., and his gayest barber-shop striped necktie. He took his seat beside Professor Gaines in the train with an eager light
