"That's what they all say."
At the Sig Kappas I met Black Jim, the first one, at the door. He shook hands shyly, laughingly.
"You sure fetched that rube a wallop ... he let one croak out of him and flopped flat ... it would have made a good comic picture."
"Lunch is ready, boys!"
I was made into a sort of hero—"a real, honest-to-God guy."
"You'll have to come to some of our frat jamborees ... Jack'll bring you up."
"We and the Sigma Deltas are Southern fraternities ... we have a hell of a sight more fun than the others ... there's the Sigma Pis—though they have some live birds, they're mostly dead ... and the Phi Nus put on too much side ... the Beta Omicrons are right there with the goods, though."
"I see."
A little freshman made an off-colour remark.