Delta. T, don’t get potted regularly or chase around with-filthy bags or flunk my courses or crib my way through; and I could mention some men in this house who do all those things.” Hugh was thoroughly angry and no longer in possession of his best judg¬ ment. “If you don’t like the way I act, you can have my pin any time you say.” He stood up, his blue eyes almost black with rage, his cheeks flushed, his mouth a thin white line.
Tucker realized that he had gone too far. “Oh, don’t get sore, Hugh,” he said soothingly. “I did n’t mean it the way you are taking it. course, we don’t want you to turn in your pin. Of We all like you. We just want you to come around more and be one of the fellows, more of a regular guy. We feel that you can bring a lot of honor to the fraternity if you want to, and we’ve been kinda sore because you’ve been giving activities the go-by.”
“How about my studies?” Hugh retorted. suppose you want me to give them the air. “1 Well I did the first term, and I made a record that I wa; ashamed of. I promised my folks that I’d do bet ter; and I’m going to. I give an hour or two ; day to track and several hours a week to the Gle< Club, and now I’m going to have to give severa more to the Banjo Club. That’s all I can give a present, and that’s all I’m going to give. I knov perfectly well that some fellows can go out for ;
