"I sha'n't want anything. Wait a minute, Tucker, please. I'm not sure about something, and it bothers me."
"Well?"
"Princeton won the football championship in '78, didn't we?"
"Say that again."
"Didn't we win in '78?"
"Yes, Charlie, we did."
Symington thought his friend Tucker was smiling at his ignorance. But that wasn't it.
THE MAN THAT LED THE CLASS
The Latin salutatory was finished. Dougal Davis bowed and took his seat and the applause began.
He had done well and he knew it, but he did not stop to dwell upon that now. There would be plenty of time to feel pleased with himself later on. At present his chief sensation was of jubilant relief at telling himself that the thing was over with at last.