can take down the best things in our room, so they won't get busted, and we can hide the bed clothes, so they won't get soaked. Then we can put on our old clothes. It's no fun to have a good suit ruined, especially when you don't find new clothes growing on trees."
"That's right. Let's go to our room and make ready."
"Oh, we've got plenty of time. I fancy it won't be until after dark. The only thing is for all of us freshmen to keep together if we go out. For if they catch two or three of us alone they'll put it all over us. But I guess there won't be any scrub game now. The sophs would break it up."
"When do we have any rest from them?"
"In about two weeks. After the pole rush."
"The pole rush?"
"Yes. It's an old college custom, as Fenton's uncle would say. We freshmen form a ring about the big flag-pole on a certain night and the sophs try to pull us away. If they make us leave inside of fifteen minutes it means we can't wear the class college colors until next term. If we win, why, we sport a hat like Fenton had—the one Morse and Denfield slashed up."
"I see. But, say, I'd like to know more about the ball team. Does Langridge run it all?"
The two lads by this time were in their room, where they proceeded to hide under the beds and
