It certainly did, for the disconcerted freshman and the pretty girls soon left the hall. It was impossible to dance on the floor until the sticky stuff had been scraped off.
“It was rather a brutal trick, after all,” said Tom to Phil a little later, when the three were in their room. “It would have been all right on the freshies alone, but the girls—they had to suffer, too.”
“Of course,” said Sid. “Why not? Secundum naturam, you know, according to the course of nature it had to be. The good with the bad. The freshies brought it on themselves, eh, Phil?”
“Oh, I suppose so,” replied the quarter-back, who was busy with paper and pencil. “Still, it was a bit rough on the lassies. There were some pretty ones——”
“Oh, you fellows and the girls!” exclaimed Sid in disgust. “You make me sick!”
“That’s all right,” went on Tom easily. “You’ll get yours some day, and then we’ll see——”
“Hello, where’d that picture come from?” asked Sid, pointing to another photograph on the wall beside those of Ruth and Madge. Tom blushed a bit, and did not answer. Phil looked up and exclaimed:
“Why, it’s another picture of my sister! She must have had some new ones taken. Where did it come from?”
“She gave it to me,” explained Tom, and his shoelace seemed suddenly to have come unfastened, so it was necessary to stoop over to tie it.
“Hum!” murmured Phil, with a queer look at his chum’s red face. “She didn’t say anything to me about it. But if you’re going to add to our collection, Tom, I guess it’s up to me to get another one, too.”