AT THE CORNER OF LOVERS' LANE
men until dawn, when, "Hi there! you fellows!" they heard some of their own classmates cry; "the town is full of Freshman procs. and we can't possibly get them all down by chapel time. One of the college watchmen says they got into town by some road or other in a rubber-tired buggy with the horses' feet padded."
"Well," was the uneasy reply, "we didn't see any procs. go by us."
But they had seen them, dozens of them, turned white-side out, fastened on the horses and on the wagon—and a whole bulky bundle of them on the front seat, beside the Freshman who drove.
A week later, it may be added, they saw another proc., a small p. s. proclamation, which was devoted entirely to one episode of one gang of Sophomores.
"Well," remarked one of this same gang; "it is pleasant to send him on errands, and to make him buy matches for the room, but there are disadvantages in having a Freshman brother, all the same."
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