beginning to think you'd keep up that election argument all through the semester. I'm a friend of yours and all that, George, but you are a tiresome old pest when you start reforming and that's flat."
Praska merely glanced at him and smiled contemplatively.
"What are you looking at me that way for? What's the joke?"
Praska looked about him guardedly. Perry's interest was quickened.
"What's it all about, George? Something good? Something in the wind?"
Praska spoke in an undertone. "Want to have a laugh out of this election? Oh, nothing that will spoil it; just something that will get the whole crowd?"
Perry was eager. "What is it?"
"Vote for 'Me, too, Johnny' for president."
"Johnny Baffin!" Perry's voice was incredulous.
"Johnny Baffin," Praska said calmly.
Perry, usually deft with words, was for the moment speechless. But as the thing he was asked to do broke upon him he began to shake his head.
"I'm going to vote for you. Why should I throw away a vote?"
"But nobody is going to win this election by
