ly see the joke himself.
Harry Fulton received his share of hazing with the oth
er new comers, and according to his above named character
istic this share was somewhat larger than that of the others.
Unfortunately he could not see the funny side of it at all and
grew very angry, threatening to report his hazers to the
President. The natural result followed; he was “put through
the mill“ again, but came out swearing and threatening
worse than before. His class-mates tried to persuade him
that he ought to take it in fun, that no doubt the very ones
who had given him the most black and blue spots would be
come his best friends if he did, but he turned a deaf ear to
everything.
All this of course made Fulton very unpopular. He be
came the object of all sorts of pranks atid jokes, which only
served to make him more bitter than ever. He went about
holding himself straight as a ramrod, with his nose just as
high in the air as the day he had first entered the main build
ing.
His room was 370, at that time the room on the third
floor next to the partition shutting off the ladies apart
ment. One warm afternoon when nearly all the windows in
the front of the building were open this unpopular young
man was walking up and down in his room saying - over a
recitation that he was to give in rhetoricals that night. Sud
denly he heard someone calling him from the walk below.
“Fulton—Ho Fulton ! ”
Fulton leaned out of the window and saw a Sophomore
standing below him.
“I just wanted to speak to you a minute ” said the fel
low—“ Why say—it’s a pretty nice day isn’t it. ’’
Fulton was about to reply when he heard a peculiar
swish! just above his head, and the next instant—crack !
squash ! ! something struck him heavily on the back of the
neck ! With a sudden jerk he drew back, knocking his head
against the window, which had been raised only a short dis-