"I have never heard that I am," answered the Freshman.
"Are you in any of his classes?"
"No; I'm not going to take botany."
"If you were, I don't believe the class could tell you apart. Doesn't he look like Lamb to beat the band, fellows?"
"He's a little heavier than the prof.," suggested Smith.
"Oh, perhaps he is a little," admitted Duncan, "but their height is the same to an inch, and the facial resemblance is great."
"He can't look much like a professor," laughed the Freshman.
"He doesn't," said Duncan, "they've got him down in the register as an associate professor in botany, but that's all he has to his credit. He gets taken for a Freshman right along. New students ask him if he is registered and what his major is—sure they do."
"They say there was a big farmer who went in to register in botany and wouldn't do business with poor Lamb at all," said Perkins. "He said he wasn't so green as he looked, and he knew all about these students who make believe they're professors and give fake examinations. The professor was as red as a beet."
"I don't blame him," said Duncan. "Why, the man is married and has two children."