amounted to bids all that day and the night before. Several times groups of fraternity men got into a room, closed the door, and then talked to him until he was almost literally dizzy. He was wise enough not to make any promises. His invariable an^ swer was: “I don’t know yet. I won’t know until Saturday night.”
Carl was having similar experiences, but neither of them had been talked to by Nu Deltas. The president of the chapter, Merle Douglas, had said to Hugh in passing, “We’ve got our eye on you, Carver,” and that was all that had been said. Carl did not have even that much consolation. But he was n’t so much interested in Nu Delta as Hugh was; Kappa Zeta or Alpha Sigma would do as well. Both of these fraternities were making violent ef¬ forts to get Hugh, but they were paying only polite attention to Carl.
On Friday night Hugh was given some advice that he had good reason to remember in later years. At the moment it did not interest him a great deal. He had gone to the Delta Sigma Delta house, not because he had the slightest interest in that fra¬ ternity but because the Nu Deltas had not urged him to remain with them. The Delta Sigma Deltas welcomed him enthusiastically and turned him over to their president, Malcolm Graham, a tall, serious senior with sandy hair and quiet brown eyes.
