The president, a dignified figure, was seated at his desk near the window.
"Good-morning, Brown! What can I do for you?"
He motioned the originator of the "Hopes" crusade to a seat close by.
"I have been delegated by a committee to call upon you," answered "Crackers," articulating each word with great distinctness.
"Ah, indeed! Who is the committee?"
"Earl Roycroft, Owen Lawrence and Frank Bush, representing the new baseball club and almost the entire body of students."
Professor Hopkins looked surprised.
"What is the nature of your business?" he asked.
"We think the time has come when an unfortunate exhibition of obstinacy on the part of a few students should come to an end."
"Go ahead, Brown," said the president, as the big lad paused.