A HARVARD-YALE EPISODE.
"I'm off for New Haven to-morrow," Rattleton announced as he dropped into Holworthy's room, where several of the "gang" were sitting. "Going to sojourn two days in the Land of Eli."
"You are, eh?" said Burleigh. "Well, you'll have a rattling good time down there."
"A 'smooth' time, you mean," corrected Rattleton. "Don't you know how to talk Elic yet?"
"I beg pardon," said Burleigh. "When you get back I suppose you will refer to the Porc as your 'spot,' and if any of us who are not members asks you anything about it you will cut him dead."
"Don't make any breaks down there about queer pins and extraordinary buildings," said Stoughton.
"They are funny about those things, aren't they?" replied Rattleton. "But I have no doubt they can laugh just as much at us about lots of things."
"Of course they can," asserted Holworthy. "Vide the Dickey. That institution is quite as absurd as anything they do down there."
"Nonsense, Hol," protested Stoughton; "whoever thinks up here of taking the Dickey seriously,—except, perhaps, a few Sophomores who are fools and snobs enough to be either cocky about getting on it or sore about being left off. And as for awe and reverence, if there is any such feeling at all towards the Dickey, it is confined to less than a tenth of the Freshman class. What Senior ever cares two snaps about it one way or the other?"