Elmer grunted.
Desperately, his voice shrill with desire to change the world, Eddie stammered:
“Say—say, Hell-cat, you hadn’t ought to run for president again. Nobody’s ever president twice!”
“Somebody’s going to be.”
“Ah, gee, Elmer, don’t run for it. Ah, come on. Course all the fellows are crazy about you but— Nobody’s ever been president twice. They’ll vote against you.”
“Let me catch ’em at it!”
“How can you stop it? Honest, Elm—Hell-cat—I’m just speaking for your own good. The voting’s secret. You can’t tell—”
“Huh! The nominations ain’t secret! Now you go roll your hoop, Fissy, and let all the yellow coyotes know that anybody that nominates anybody except Uncle Hell-cat will catch it right where the chicken caught the ax. See? And if they tell me they didn’t know about this, you’ll get merry Hail Columbia for not telling ’em. Get me? If there’s anything but an unanimous vote, you won’t do any praying the rest of this year!”
Eddie remembered how Elmer and Jim had shown a Freshman his place in society by removing all his clothes and leaving him five miles in the country.
Elmer was elected president of the senior class—unanimously.