series of notes in advance. Wes King was elected general manager of the note signing business and was to take special care of the alumni, and I want to record my statement right here that in getting fellows to promise to pay sums of money, he has no equal this side of Los Angeles. In point of fact he induced a good many people to promise to pay who have not paid and who, I am now convinced, never had any intention of doing so. They simply signed the notes or wrote the letter to get rid of him. I have a collection of these notes and letters in the upper right hand drawer of my desk now that I often look at and read with the greatest interest, but with a somewhat weakened and waning faith in the promises of man. Some time if I become desperate I may publish these, if the writers continue to ignore their promises, but I still retain a few rags of hope that I may ultimately get real money from them. Hans Mueller had the job of running the members of the local chapter into the corral and getting them to sign, and he, too, proved a good solicitor.
I drew the job of treasurer and general custodian of the notes, because I was a guileless college professor who knew no better. In contemplating the job of treasurer from a distance I must confess that it has its attractions. It has all the symptoms of what the undergraduate calls a
