the occasion of their becoming roommates, and though they had since secured many new objects of virtu, their affections clung to these three originals.
Their room was a typical college lads' apartment, hung with sporting prints, boxing gloves, foils, masks, baseball bats, fishing rods, and m certain places, like honored shrines, were the pictures of pretty girls.
"Well, are you fellows coming?" asked Tom, as he started for the door.
"Where?" inquired Phil, who still had on his football suit.
"To hunt for the chair. It must be somewhere around the college. I think it was taken for a joke, and if it was by any freshmen I'll make 'em wish they'd never come to Randall."
"I'm with you!" cried Sid.
"Oh, let's stay and talk about what we're going to do for the eleven!" begged Dan. "But, for the love of cats, first stop that blamed clock, if you don't want me to go crazy!"
His objection was so evidently genuine, that Phil halted the ticking by the simple process of jabbing a toothpick in the slot of the timepiece regulator.
"That's better," observed Kindlings. "Now, about Ed Kerr, I think the best we can do is to—"
