“Dear, dear! What a situation!” exclaimed Doctor Meredith. “What a peculiar position! I really never heard of one like it.”
“Nor I,” admitted Professor Skeel dryly. “But something must be done.”
“Oh, assuredly; most assuredly,” Doctor Meredith answered his colleague.
“And something drastic!” went on the Latin instructor.
“Oh, yes,—er—I suppose so. Really it is rather a novelty—a strike of students.”
“Novelty!” puffed Professor Skeel.
“Yes. I never heard of such a thing. Really I think some sort of psychological study might be made of it—the causes and effects you know. What peculiar action of the brain cells brought it about. The reason for it. I think I shall write a paper on it for the International society. It will create a sensation, I think.”
“I think so myself. But, in the meanwhile, something must be done—something drastic. The strike must be broken.”
“Oh, of course. I—er—I perfectly agree with you,” and Doctor Meredith spoke dreamily. He was already forming in his mind the chief points for a paper he determined to write on students striking. “We should have to begin with the cause,” he murmured. “Ah, by the way, Professor Skeel, what was the reason the Freshmen walked out, and refused to recite?”