The Blue and Orange—it was the only movie
theater in town—was almost full when the boys ar¬
rived. Only a few seats near the front were still
vacant. A freshman started down the aisle, his
“baby bonnet” stuck jauntily on the back of his
head.
“Freshman!” . . . “Kill him!” . . . “Murder the frosh!” Shouts came from all parts of the house, and an instant later hundreds of peanuts shot swiftly at the startled freshman. “Cap! Cap! Cap off!” There was a panic of excite¬ ment. Upper-classmen were standing on their chairs to get free throwing room. The freshman snatched off his cap, drew his head like a scared turtle down into his coat collar, and ran for a seat. Hugh and Carl tucked their caps into their coat pockets and attempted to stroll nonchalantly down the aisle. They had n’t taken three steps before the bombardment began. Like their classmate, they ran for safety.
Then some one in the front of the theatre threw a peanut at some one in the rear. The fight was on! Yelling like madmen, the students stood on their chairs and hurled peanuts, the front and rear of the house automatically dividing into enemy camps. When the fight was at its hottest, three girls entered.
“Wimmen! Wimmen!” As the girls walked down the aisle, infinitely pleased with their recep-
