“Hello, Slab!”
“Where have you been keeping yourself, Pork Chops!”
“By jinks! There’s old Ham Fat!”
“Come on, now! Get in line!”
This from one tall lad to others, evidently from the same preparatory school. “Show ’em what we can do!”
“Hi there, Freshies! Off with those hats!”
This from a crowd of Sophomores who saw the newly-arrived first-year lads.
“Don’t you do it! Keep your lids on!”
“Oh, you will!” and there was a scrimmage in which the offending headgear of many was sent spinning. Joe began to breathe deeply and fast. If this was a taste of Yale life he liked it. Somewhat Excelsior Hall it was, but bigger—broader.
Gripping his valise, he climbed down the steps, stumbling in his eagerness. On all sides men crowded around him and the others who were alighting.