appeared to have been made for a man with legs six inches longer than

his, while his hat was evidently several sizes too large, since it would

have entirely extinguished his face had it not been supported by his

ears.

"Hello, Kid!" cried Jimmy. "What's new?"

"Whiskers wants you," replied the other. "Faculty meeting. They just

got through with me."

"Hell!" muttered Jimmy feelingly. "I don't know what Whiskers wants

with me, but he never wants to see anybody about anything pleasant."

"I am here," agreed the other, "to announce to the universe that you are

right, Jimmy. He didn't have anything pleasant to say to me. In fact, he

insinuated that dear old alma mater might be able to wiggle along

without me if I didn't abjure my criminal life. Made some nasty

comparison between my academic achievements and foxtrotting. I wonder,

Jimmy, how they get that way?"

"That's why they are profs," explained Jimmy. "There are two kinds of

people in this world--human beings and profs. When does he want me?"

"Now."

Jimmy arose and put on his hat and coat. "Good-by, Kid," he said.

"Pray for me, and leave me one cigarette to smoke when I get back."

and, grinning, he left the room.

James Torrance, Jr., was not greatly abashed as he faced the dour

tribunal of the faculty. The younger members, among whom were several he

knew to be mighty good fellows at heart, sat at the lower end of the

long table, and with owlish gravity attempted to emulate the appearance

and manners of their seniors. At the head of the table sat Whiskers, as

the dignified and venerable president of the university was popularly

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