“Well, we want to give the boys a good send-off!”
“Look at old Swipes’s piano box sizzle!”
The shouting and excitement grew. The fire blazed higher and higher. The campus was bright with yellow gleams.
“Here’s good-bye to old Milton!” chanted Andy.
“That’s right! Good-bye to the old school!” echoed Chet, and there was not much joy in his tones.
“Now, fellows, the old song. qlMilton Forever!’” called Ben, and the melody burst forth.
Hardly was it finished than the silence that succeeded was broken by the strident tooting of an auto horn.
“What’s that?” cried Andy. “Who’s coming here in a car?”
“On the campus, too! It’s against the rules!” cried Chet.
“It’s some fresh fellow from town trying to butt in,” someone called.