THE FIRST DAY AT COLLEGE
gear? Of course, you knew they were Sophomores—you modern Freshmen are always so sophisticated. I was only going to say that they will give you all the guying you need, I fancy, without me: "horsing," they call it nowadays. They will soon convince you of your relative unimportance to the world in general, and to this little world in particular. It's too bad I'm with you, for they might have begun on you now. I was in hopes they would take me for a Freshman too. Last year I was here at the opening and was asked to take off my hat by a little boy of about nineteen—what did I do? As I was told, of course, and tried to look frightened, hoping to get some fun out of it, but unfortunately another Sophomore came along just then and said, "Shut up, you fool; that's an old graduate."
"Oh, are you?" said my hazer amazed and blushing.
"Not so very old," said I.
"But you're a graduate!" said he, stammering.
"I very much fear," said I, "that I was
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