The Adventures of a Freshman

someone stepped out from behind a tree-box and said, "Here he is, fellows," and the next

se and, perhaps, disappointment, Young was not sullen

your hat

ng, smiling cheerfull

in and don

gain and di

t back on your head? Take

ld it in

" shouted Channin

n how low you can bow, show us how the prairie-dogs run, out

e-dogs where I live in Illin

er," growled Balla

were in awe of him because he had gone East to college

u little Freshman

irie-dog's method of progress, la

it at once,"

fully, especially at Young,

ZI

n your haunches an

were the exhibitor of trained animals. "Now bo

aughed, You

ugh," sai

r laughter,"

e dogs, and give other imitations, until they reached

?" one of the

id they

d swim across. B

ool, but it did

ck and get y

sing "Home, Sweet Home"-"in ord

trious class above you.

ven with the Sophomore c

" said one of the Sophs, a tall fellow with glasses. "

kept s

n. Do as we tell you." This

lve of them-and then glanced at the canal; he did no

allard. Young gav

"H'm, you'll have to do better

throat and gave

o talk," they sai

e," said one of them, rath

g," said Channing, patronizingl

f his college course he was hazed perhaps more than anyone in his class, although

thing for his system, as it is for any young man, but Young

taken to the canal. "The old Deacon is all right n

both. The next night he and Ballard, who, as will be seen later, had much of the bully in him, would bring around a different crowd and Channing would take out his pipe, sh

zing cheerfully and patiently, hop

l past midnight, in order to make up for lost time. "I suppose I must be ver

e would not care what his enemies thought of him. That he had not sprung into popularity, he decided,

or which he had prepared himself so thoroughly-he went over it four and a half times, you may remember-and took his seat, feeling

g of being called upon first anyway, and he wondered why the fellow next to

whispere

?" whispe

tone loud and clear, and Young fairly jumped out of

n they all laughed still more. The walls fairly echoed with it. Even after the professor had rapped for order and the laughter had quieted down, someone in the fron

ost of the High School teachers were women. Young should have joined in the laughter, bu

or said, kindly, "N

seat dripping with perspiration and wishing he had never come to college. Instead of being perfect his first college recitation was a flat failure. But the profe

"Thank you, marm," they whispered as he arose to recite, and "Thank you, marm," they sho

thing else, with entirely too much self-importance. Instead of laughing or answering back he looke

at the class meeting-treat him thus. If they had known that he was taking it so seriously, they would have stop

this opinion get into the letters he wrote home. Because he was discouraged was no reason for making his mother discouraged too. But, oh, it would have helped a lot, if he had only some

unior, with friends that loved him; and Juniors forget. Besides, sometimes we get too much of a good thing, and then it becomes a bad thing.

on. It all stopped o