"Imposition!"
"Oh, at Princeton you've got to swallow everything the first year. It's like a damned prep school."
Amory agreed.
"Lot of pep, though," he insisted. "I wouldn't have gone to Yale for a million."
"Me either."
"You going out for anything?" inquired Amory of the elder brother.
"Not me—Burne here is going out for the Prince—the Daily Princetonian, you know."
"Yes, I know."
"You going out for anything?"
"Why—yes. I'm going to take a whack at freshman football."
"Play at St. Regis's?"
"Some," admitted Amory depreciatingly, "but I'm getting so damned thin."
"You're not thin."
"Well, I used to be stocky last fall."
"Oh!"
After supper they attended the movies, where Amory was fascinated by the glib comments of a man in front of him, as well as by the wild yelling and shouting.
"Yoho!"
"Oh, honey-baby—you're so big and strong, but oh, so gentle!"
"Clinch!"
"Oh, Clinch!"
"Kiss her, kiss'at lady, quick!"
"Oh-h-h———!"
A group began whistling "By the Sea," and the audience took it up noisily. This was followed by an indistinguishable song that included much stamping and then by an endless, incoherent dirge.
