"Means merely that you are the one best, dandy, all around Center we could choose," interrupted Dorothy Blyden. "Three cheers for Jane Allen, Center!"
"Hip-hip-hoorah!" and the echo shook the rafters.
Then came the epidemic of:
"I know a girl and her name is Jane," etc.
"Say, girls," moaned Jane, when throats gave in and the shouts ceased, "if there is any way of getting a name changed without paying income tax on the change, I think I'll apply. You all know that girl whose name is Jane----"
Came the--
"A reebald--a ribald--reebald, ribald rum!
Wellington! Wellington!
Sis boom--ah--Wellington!
Wellington! Rah! Rah! Rah!"