"0, that's only another article of furniture going clown
the well," replied the Editor.
"Yes, but, every drop in the well produces a drop in the
damage fund," growled the Critic.
Whether he meant drops of water, or drops of "what
not" it is hardly safe to conjecture; and the Editor did not
have time to ask him, for lie suddenly jumped up and ex
claimed.
, "Say, you! why don't you jump on everything! If I was
editor, I would. Now there's those idiots who throw things
down the well. As 'Proxy' says, 'they're nothing but a
lot of fellows with several upper stories to let, who want to
fill the empty space with noise.' And then there are those
other putty-men with 'water on the brain' who think that
the wells were made for the express purpose of ducking
people. Why one of them even threw water intentionally on
`one of the ladies of the College. But say," and here he
spoke confidentially to the Editor, "the other fellows know
who he is, and think it was a contemptible trick, and they
say that he had just better stop short, or State College will
get along without him. Yes, he was a Freshman. And there
are several more of them who need the 'green o' their youth'
knocked out of them; and if it can't be done any other way,
it will have to be done with paddles."
The Critic was now warming up to his work. In fact, was
rather "hot" and was speaking just what came in his mind.
"0 yes," he continued, there's another dirty trick that
the same fellows did,—l mean that 'more lassies' in the
Chapel affair. If the Freshmen and Sophomores want to
have a cider scrap and a foot ball game and a banquet scrap
and—a—a flag scrap, let them have it at the proper time
and place. Even if there are a few dozen killed, there is no
great loss. But when they bring class affairs into chapel,
why, blame it all! they should be hung up by the thumbs.
Here lie paused for breath again; walked around the
room three times as if searching for a new subject; stopped
suddenly in front of the Editors desk and began.
The L'dihi and the Critic.