CHAPTER XVII.
FRANK HAS A SCHEME.
“Fellows,” said Frank, “now that the earthquake has passed, let’s talk about something more interesting. You know to-night is the night we celebrate Omega Lambda Chi.”
“Ah-ha!” cried Ready, with a flirt of his hand; “I’ll be there. Oh, the poor freshmen!”
“Bub-by gum!” chuckled Gamp. “We’re gug-gug-gug-goin’ to have a circus this year. I hear the fuf-fuf-fuf-freshmen are onto all our tut-tut-tricks, and they sus-sus-say the sophs are gug-gug-gug-goin’ to get it in the neck.”
“Oh, I don’t know!” chirped Ready. “I think the sophs are able to look out for the freshies.”
“But you’ll never trap them unless somebody leads them into the snare,” said Frank.
“Wait and see. They are a particularly innocent lot this year.”
“That’s the way it looks to you, but I think, as a class, they are even more up to snuff than usual.”