“Gee,” said Johnson. “He is president of the senior class and manager of last summer’s corporation.”
“What do you mean by last summer’s corporation?”
“Why, when the juniors go up to the woods for the summer they form a corporation and elect one of the class to manage the business for the bunch. He bosses the whole crowd. He’s the biggest man in the College and that other fellow who called me down about the introduction is Morgan, the next biggest. Funny I did not know your name, wasn’t it?”
“Well,” Scott said, “I should not have known yours if I had not heard other people talking to you. What class are you?”
“Who, me?” said Johnson. “Why, I am a freshman like you.”
“Then how is it that you know all these people so well?” Scott asked.
“Oh, I went to prep school here, and knew them all last year. I have credit in a couple of courses,” Johnson added proudly, “and I have field experience to burn. I do not have to take any German this year or mathematics either.”
“Neither do I,” said Scott. “Our high school is ahead of the ones here, and I have taken so much work in the summer that I got credit for nearly all the work of the first two years.”
“Then you’re a junior?” asked Johnson in a more respectful tone. Respect for the upper classes was about the only weakness that Johnson allowed himself in that direction.
“I suppose so,” said Scott; “they told me at the registrar’s office that I was practically a junior, but would be classed as a freshman till I had completed my elementary forestry, dendrology and forest engineering.”