“What was the name before?”
“‘For Old Eli.’”
“U-hum. Who was Old Eli?”
“There!” cried Merry. “That shows me there is a fault with the name. Even though your boy is in Yale, you do not know that Yale College is affectionately spoken of by Yale men as ‘Old Eli.’”
“No, never knew it before; though, come to think about it, Berlin did write something in some of his letters about Old Eli. I didn’t understand it, though.”
“And the public in general do not understand the title of my play. They suppose Old Eli must be a character in the piece, and I do not fancy there is anything catching and drawing about the title. I must have a new title, and I’m stuck to find one that will exactly fit.”
“I suppose you must have one that has some reference to college?”
“Oh, yes! That is what I want. One that brings Yale in somehow.”
“All you Yale men seem to be stuck on that college. You’re true blue.”
Frank leaped to his feet with a cry of delight.