you can bet your bottom dollar that I’m not goinj to again.” “Bunk!” Tucker ejaculated contemptuously “Hooey! Anybody can act good enough for th Dramat. I tell you right now that you ’re turning the fraternity down; you ’re playing us dirt. Wha have you done in college? Not a goddamn thlnj except make the Glee Club. I don’t care abou track. I suppose you did your best last year though I know damn well that you are n’t doing i this year. What would become of the fraternit if all of us parked ourselves on our tails and gav the activities the air the way you do? You’r throwing us down, and we don’t like it.” “Well, I’m not going out for the Dramat, Hugh mumbled sullenly; “you can just bet on thai I ’ll admit that I have n’t trained the way I ougf to, but I have made the Glee Club, and I hav promised to join the Banjo Club, and I am still o the track squad, and that’s more than half the fe lows in this fraternity can say. Most of ’em don do anything but go on parties and raise hell ge erally. How come you ’re picking on me ? Wh don’t you ride some of them for a while? I don see where they ’re so hot.” “Never mind the other fellows.” Tucker’s bla< eyes flashed angrily. He was one of the “hell-rai ers” himself, good looking, always beautiful dressed, and proud of the fact that he was “rate
