“Sure. You can always count on me. What is it this time?”
“Well, you know the little open pavilion down near the river?”
“The one near the boathouse?”
“That same.”
“Sure I know it.”
“Well, you know according to ancient and revered college tradition that is sacred to the sophomores. None other but members of the second-year class may go there. If one of us freshmen is caught there it means a ducking, to say the least.”
“So I’ve heard.”
“Well, Kerr and I were in there the other day, for we heard that the sophs were off on a little racket, and we didn’t think we’d be disturbed. We had a couple of girls there and were having a little confab when along came Gladdus and Battersby, grabbed us before we knew it and chucked us into the H2O, whence we floundered like drowned rats.”
“Yes, I heard about it.”