Boltwood kicked again.
“Bing, apply the palm-oil,” directed Jack, and the big sophomore again spanked the floundering freshman.
“Ow!” whooped the victim. “Hit me with a ham, but don’t hit me with that thing, please!”
“This is simply the tootsie-wootsie of my friend,” said Jack. “He is caressing you, my pretty boy.”
“I don’t fancy that kind of a caress!” growled Boltwood.
“But you must enjoy resting in the arms of your own Lotta,” urged Jack. “I shall be mortally offended if you say you do not think it just perfectly heavenly.”
“Do you think I’m a fool?” snapped the captive.
“Well,” said Ready, “you write poetry, and we have to judge a man by his conduct.”
“Then I’d take you for a monkey!” flung back Boltwood.
“Bing,” said Jack, “give him another application of palm-oil.”