“I have an amendment to offer,” said Elton. “I move we lay it under the table. There is a waste basket there.”
“These motions are out of order. They have not been seconded,” said Ray.
“Then I don’t make any motion,” said Elton, rising again. “I merely suggest that the best way to treat such a letter as this is to ignore it utterly.”
All were coming around to this view of the matter, so that when Ray asked again, “Gentlemen, what action shall we take in reference to this letter?” no one spoke.
Ray looked about for several seconds. “There being no motion, the matter is dropped,” he said. “If there is no further business the meeting is adjourned.”
Immediately there was a roar of mingled conversation, whistling, and shuffling of feet as the meeting broke up, and the crowd pressed out through the large double doors.
When the room was nearly empty, and just as I was passing out, Ray Wendell, who was still standing at the platform, and talking with Tony Larcom, called out,
“Hullo, Elder, wait a minute.”
I turned around, and, as I walked back, Ray said,
“We were just speaking about you, Harry. You know each college sends three delegates to the convention—the president and secretary of the Association, and a member of the nine. I have selected you to go with Tony Larcom and myself. What do you say?”