TALKS WITH A KID BROTHER
graduated from college before you were graduated from kilts." And then he began to get abject.
"Oh, don't," said I; "please don't apologize; you can't imagine how you have flattered me," and of course he couldn't, for he was only a Sophomore. You don't seem to appreciate it, either; some day you will. And now I want to say to you—oh, no wonder you can't pay attention to the words of wisdom. Yes, that's he! You must have very good eyes, boy, for he doesn't look anything like this in his football clothes. Oh, by his photograph in the papers! I see. To be sure, and you study those pictures with more care than your Greek, no doubt. Does he seem to me to have put on flesh? Really, I have no idea, but I'll ask him. Yes, I have the honor; he is a member of my club. "Hello, Hammie, how are you? Hammie, this is my Freshman brother Dick. He's very anxious to know how much you weigh.… Ah, then you have put on flesh? No? Indeed! How remarkable! Golf did it, eh? Dick, we were hopelessly ignorant, weren't
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