The Plastic Age

instructors, and the requirements other than Latin for a B. S. degree. Carl said that he was taking a B. S. because he had had a year of Greek at

t that they were in different sections. Hugh was i

for track any time to-morrow down at the gym. And E I, 7 means that you're in English I, Section 7; and M is math. You re in Section 3. Lat means Latin, of course-Section 6. My adviser-he tried pretty hard to be funny-said that G. S. wasn't glorious salvation

inally got a schedule made out that meant something to Hugh.

here I'm going. You certainly saved my life. I know

to-morrow until eight forty-five when we attend chapel to the glory of the

t admit the fact, which had suddenly become shameful, to Carl. "Let

ng Hugh's to him. "Gloria Nielsen is there, and

he boys arrived. Only a few seats near the front were still vacant. A freshman s

c of excitement. Upper-classmen were standing on their chairs to get free throwing room. The freshman snatched off his cap, drew his head like a scared turtle down into his coat collar, and ran for a seat. Hu

elling like madmen, the students stood on their chairs and hurled peanuts, the front and rear of the

isle, infinitely pleased with their reception, f

d scuffling of feet. "I've got it!" a boy screamed. He stood on his chair and held

eads. They screamed and jumped upon their chairs, holding their skirts, and dancing up and down in assumed terror. Back over their heads, back and over, again and again the bagged mouse was thrown

ose: "Ray! Ray! Atta girl! Hot dog! Ra

ience stamped and roared, whistled an

rgraduate, calmly st

"Earn your salary!".

e entire audience, and then amid shouts and hisses

ly stupid, they relieved their boredom by whistling the various tu

ive, the boys whistled, but when there was any real action they talked. T

ot. "She's hiding behind the door, Harold. No, no! Not that way. Hey, dumbbell-b

his kidneys!"... "Ahhhhh," as the villain hit the hero in the stomach.... "Muss his hair. Attab

're getting rough!"... "She's vamping you, Harold!"... "Stop it; Gloria; he's a good boy." And so on until the picture ended in the usual close-up of the hero and heroine silhouetted in a

ng favorably on the heroine's figure. There were shouts to this fellow or that fellow to come

he dark campus, both of them radia

had a better time. It was sure hot stuff. I don'

rl admitted. "Nope, I can't go

o? The

ouched his coat collar. "Gettin' cold. Fall

tly called his mother his old lady, insisted that she was a damned nuisance-and wrote to h