-
W empik go
Frank Merriwell’s Return to Yale - ebook
Wydawnictwo:
Data wydania:
30 października 2019
Format ebooka:
EPUB
Format
EPUB
czytaj
na czytniku
czytaj
na tablecie
czytaj
na smartfonie
Jeden z najpopularniejszych formatów e-booków na świecie.
Niezwykle wygodny i przyjazny czytelnikom - w przeciwieństwie do formatu
PDF umożliwia skalowanie czcionki, dzięki czemu możliwe jest dopasowanie
jej wielkości do kroju i rozmiarów ekranu. Więcej informacji znajdziesz
w dziale Pomoc.
Multiformat
E-booki w Virtualo.pl dostępne są w opcji multiformatu.
Oznacza to, że po dokonaniu zakupu, e-book pojawi się na Twoim koncie we wszystkich formatach dostępnych aktualnie dla danego tytułu.
Informacja o dostępności poszczególnych formatów znajduje się na karcie produktu.
Format
MOBI
czytaj
na czytniku
czytaj
na tablecie
czytaj
na smartfonie
Jeden z najczęściej wybieranych formatów wśród czytelników
e-booków. Możesz go odczytać na czytniku Kindle oraz na smartfonach i
tabletach po zainstalowaniu specjalnej aplikacji. Więcej informacji
znajdziesz w dziale Pomoc.
Multiformat
E-booki w Virtualo.pl dostępne są w opcji multiformatu.
Oznacza to, że po dokonaniu zakupu, e-book pojawi się na Twoim koncie we wszystkich formatach dostępnych aktualnie dla danego tytułu.
Informacja o dostępności poszczególnych formatów znajduje się na karcie produktu.
Multiformat
E-booki sprzedawane w księgarni Virtualo.pl dostępne są w opcji
multiformatu - kupujesz treść, nie format. Po dodaniu e-booka do koszyka
i dokonaniu płatności, e-book pojawi się na Twoim koncie w Mojej
Bibliotece we wszystkich formatach dostępnych aktualnie dla danego
tytułu. Informacja o dostępności poszczególnych formatów znajduje się na
karcie produktu przy okładce. Uwaga: audiobooki nie są objęte opcją
multiformatu.
czytaj
na tablecie
Aby odczytywać e-booki na swoim tablecie musisz zainstalować specjalną
aplikację. W zależności od formatu e-booka oraz systemu operacyjnego,
który jest zainstalowany na Twoim urządzeniu może to być np. Bluefire
dla EPUBa lub aplikacja Kindle dla formatu MOBI.
Informacje na temat zabezpieczenia e-booka znajdziesz na karcie produktu
w "Szczegółach na temat e-booka". Więcej informacji znajdziesz w dziale
Pomoc.
czytaj
na czytniku
Czytanie na e-czytniku z ekranem e-ink jest bardzo wygodne i nie męczy
wzroku. Pliki przystosowane do odczytywania na czytnikach to przede
wszystkim EPUB (ten format możesz odczytać m.in. na czytnikach
PocketBook) i MOBI (ten fromat możesz odczytać m.in. na czytnikach Kindle).
Informacje na temat zabezpieczenia e-booka znajdziesz na karcie produktu
w "Szczegółach na temat e-booka". Więcej informacji znajdziesz w dziale
Pomoc.
czytaj
na smartfonie
Aby odczytywać e-booki na swoim smartfonie musisz zainstalować specjalną
aplikację. W zależności od formatu e-booka oraz systemu operacyjnego,
który jest zainstalowany na Twoim urządzeniu może to być np. iBooks dla
EPUBa lub aplikacja Kindle dla formatu MOBI.
Informacje na temat zabezpieczenia e-booka znajdziesz na karcie produktu
w "Szczegółach na temat e-booka". Więcej informacji znajdziesz w dziale
Pomoc.
Czytaj fragment
Pobierz fragment
Pobierz fragment w jednym z dostępnych formatów
LUB
24,99 zł za tytuł
Tytuł dostępny w abonamencie Empik Go już od 24,99 zł / 30 dni
Sprawdź
Słuchaj i czytaj w abonamencie Go Standard już za 24,99 zł / 30 dni. Subskrypcja Go Standard daje możliwość dodania do biblioteki 3 dowolne tytuły w danym okresie rozliczeniowym (30 dni). Wybierasz z ponad 200 tys. audiobooków, ebooków i podcastów.
Frank Merriwell’s Return to Yale - ebook
After a long adventure, Frank Merriwell finally returns to his second home, Yale University. His friends are so alarmed by this unexpected appearance that they simply do not know what to do. This story conveys such warmth. And the next few hours you spend, not looking up from the book.
| Kategoria: | Classic Literature |
| Język: | Angielski |
| Zabezpieczenie: |
Watermark
|
| ISBN: | 978-83-8162-875-4 |
| Rozmiar pliku: | 2,8 MB |
FRAGMENT KSIĄŻKI
Contents
CHAPTER I. GREETINGS ON THE CAMPUS
CHAPTER II. IMPRISONED IN A CHIMNEY
CHAPTER III. TURNING THE TABLES
CHAPTER IV. READY FOR THE TEST
CHAPTER V. ONE OF THE MISSING PAPERS
CHAPTER VI. THE PROFESSOR'S CASE
CHAPTER VII. A FORCED CONFESSION
CHAPTER VIII. PICKING OUT A TEAM
CHAPTER IX. HUNTING FOR A FRESHMAN
CHAPTER X. THE FINDING OF MELLOR
CHAPTER XI. A REPORTER'S INFLUENCE
CHAPTER XII. ON THEIR GUARD
CHAPTER XIII. THE WRESTLER
CHAPTER XIV. A TRICK
CHAPTER XV. OFF THE CLEATS
CHAPTER XVI. BLACK MARKS
CHAPTER XVII. THE TEST OF NERVE
CHAPTER XVIII. FRANK WANTS MORE
CHAPTER XIX. THE LEAP INTO THE RIVER
CHAPTER XX. THE LAST STAGE
CHAPTER XXI. MAKING THINGS INTERESTING FOR MILLER
CHAPTER XXII. MILLER'S NERVES
CHAPTER XXIII. TRIED BY THE "PIGS."
CHAPTER XXIV. HUMPERDINK TO THE RESCUE
CHAPTER XXV. FRANK HAS A VISITOR
CHAPTER XXVI. SIGNIFICANT MOVEMENTS
CHAPTER XXVII. HALLIDAY IS PUZZLED
CHAPTER XXVIII. FRANK'S VISITORS
CHAPTER XXIX. AN UNWILLING PROMISE
CHAPTER XXX. "FALSE TO HIS COLORS."
CHAPTER XXXI. FRANK IS MISERABLE
CHAPTER XXXII. "THE MARBLE HEART."
CHAPTER XXXIII. "FOR THE HONOR OF OLD YALE."
CHAPTER XXXIV. A SENSATION ON THE FIELD
CHAPTER XXXV. STOPPING A TOUCHDOWN
CHAPTER XXXVI. WON BACK
CHAPTER XXXVII. INZA BEGINS TO UNDERSTAND
CHAPTER XXXVIII. A BLOW FOR FRANK
CHAPTER XXXIX. THE HOMEWARD JOURNEY
CHAPTER XL. REJOICING AT YALE
CHAPTER XLI. A CONTRAST IN ENEMIES
CHAPTER XLII. A CHALLENGE ACCEPTED
CHAPTER XLIII. AN UNPLEASANT SITUATION
CHAPTER XLIV. STUDENTS' RACKETS
CHAPTER XLV. THE DUEL
CHAPTER XLVI. A STUDENTS' CONFAB
CHAPTER XLVII. DIAMOND STRIKES A BLOW
CHAPTER XLVIII. FACING THE BULLY
CHAPTER XLIX. TO THE RESCUE
CHAPTER L. AGAINST ODDSCHAPTER I
GREETINGS ON THE CAMPUS
“Ah, there, Merriwell!”
Frank Merriwell was crossing the campus at good old Yale, and this cry, in a familiar voice, sounded from Durfee Hall.
He turned his eyes toward the favorite dormitory, and seated at an open window on the ground floor he saw his classmate, Jones, he of the famous nickname, “Dismal.”
“Hello, Dismal,” called Frank, “aren’t you going to come out and shake hands with a fellow?”
“I would if it wasn’t for the shower,” responded Jones, whose usually solemn face was graver than ever.
“Shower?” repeated Frank, looking up in surprise at the perfectly clear sky.
“I see that you’ve just arrived, so that you probably haven’t noticed it,” said Dismal, coming out of his window to avoid going around through the hall.
He came slowly across the grass plot that lay between him and Frank and held out his hand, saying:
“How are you, Frank? I’m glad to see you.”
Frank, who had just come from the railway station, had a gripsack in each hand. He set them down upon the grass and shook Dismal’s hand warmly.
“There it goes!” exclaimed Dismal, with something like animation, “the shower’s begun again.”
Frank’s brows wrinkled in perplexity.
“I don’t see any signs of a shower,” he said.
“That’s because you haven’t been here all the morning,” returned Jones, solemnly. “I’ve been sitting there in my window for fully three hours watching it; it’s been a perfect rain of gripsacks on the campus. Every fellow that comes along stops to shake hands with everybody he meets, and every time he stops, down goes his gripsacks.”
Frank laughed.
“You’re the same old cheerful joker, Dismal,” he said. “But you’re beginning early. If you keep up this sort of thing you’ll actually get caught laughing before the end of the junior year.”
There was a faint shadow of a smile on Dismal’s face as he responded:
“Well, anyhow, Frank, I’m glad to see all the fellows come trooping back. Are you glad to get here yourself?”
“Why, of course I am.”
“Had a good time during the vacation?”
“I always have a good time,” said Frank. “Don’t you?”
“Oh, yes, in my way. To tell the truth, I spent most of the summer dreading the day when I should have to come back to the confounded old books, and lectures and examinations; but I got here yesterday, and now I’m dreading the time I shall have to go away again.”
“Then I see that you’re sure to enjoy yourself during the junior year,” said Frank, stooping to pick up his gripsacks.
“When I’ve got my room in order I’ll come around and go to luncheon with you.”
“Do!” replied Dismal. “I’ll go back to my window seat and watch the shower. Hello! there comes Browning, and he’s loaded down with gripsacks, too. My, but there’ll be a perfect torrent!”
Big Bruce Browning came up with friendly words of greeting, and as Dismal had predicted, he set down his gripsacks in order to get his hands free.
“It’s getting worse and worse!” remarked Dismal, as if worried about it, “for here comes Rattleton and Diamond from one direction and Harold Page from another.”
The last named students were on their way, just as Frank had been, to their respective rooms, and each carried more or less baggage, except Diamond, who, being something of an aristocrat, had sent all his traps to his room on a wagon.
Seeing Frank standing near Durfee, they all turned toward him, and in a moment there was a lively exchange of greetings and small talk.
Four of these students, Merriwell himself, Jack Diamond, Bruce Browning and Harry Rattleton, had not been long separated, to be sure, but after a sporting trip which they had undertaken across the continent, it was like meeting after a long absence to find themselves together again at Yale.
It was the beginning of a new college year, and members of all classes were trooping back to begin their work.
While these juniors were discussing all manner of things that interest students, such as the prospects of the football eleven, the make-up of next year’s crew, and the coming elections into secret societies, members of other classes were scattered about the campus chatting in much the same way.
Among those who appeared upon the famous quadrangle were many who belonged to the incoming freshman class. It was easy to recognize them, for, as Rattleton observed:
“You can tell a freshman with the naked eye.”
They were either proceeding in a fearful hurry, as if they thought they were in danger of getting in late to an examination, or they were standing in awkward idleness looking at the strange buildings and evidently not knowing which way to turn and dreading to ask anybody a question.
The juniors smiled indulgently as a group of three or four candidates for the freshman class passed them.
The newcomers were discussing an examination from which they had just come, telling each other how they had answered certain questions and wondering if they would get marked high enough to pass.
“I can sympathize with them,” remarked Diamond. “I know just the kind of shivers they’re suffering from.”
“What jolly good subjects those fellows would be for a quiet hazing,” remarked Page.
“You mustn’t forget,” said Frank, “that we’re juniors now, and therefore out of it so far as hazing is concerned.”
“That’s right,” added Browning, “the freshies are nothing to us; they’re far beneath us.”
“Except in one sense,” said Frank. “The sophomores, you know, will get even for the hazing we gave them, by taking it out of the freshies, and so it becomes our duty, in a way, to take care of the freshmen and see that they get fair treatment.”
Speaking of this it may be well to explain that in all colleges the juniors take this attitude toward the freshmen.
As a rule the freshman receives the attention of a junior with a great deal of gratitude, but also as a rule he does not find that it amounts to very much.
The junior is ever ready to give him a good deal of solid advice, and a great deal more ready to get the freshman to do errands for him, and all manner of odd jobs that the freshman is quite sure to do, until, as the boys say, he tumbles to the fact that after all the junior is really making game of him.
“Speaking of hazing, though,” said Page, suddenly, “I’ve got a new room.”
“Have you? Where is it?” asked Rattleton.
“It’s up High Street a way, in one of the oldest houses in New Haven.”
“Good room?” asked Browning.
“Capital! I’ve got to do some grinding this year and the room will suit me exactly for that, but there’ll be hours when the books can be forgotten, and then you fellows’ll find that the room is a corker for cards or any sort of jollification.”
“I don’t see what that’s got to do with hazing,” remarked Merriwell. “You said that the hazing reminded you of it.”
“Yes, I’ll tell you why, or rather I’ll show you. There’s something about that room that would be perfectly immense if we were sophomores now. Come down and see it, will you?”
“Better wait a week,” said Browning, picking up his bags, “I’m busy now.”
“How extraordinary!” remarked Dismal Jones. “If the faculty should hear that Browning was busy they’d give him a warning!”
Browning frowned in mock anger and Frank, putting on an expression quite as solemn as Dismal’s own, and laying his hand on Dismal’s shoulder, said:
“The fact is, boys, Jones has become ambitious. He knows that the election of class-day officers is only a little more than a year away, and he’s getting himself into training for one of the positions.”
“Oh, go on, it isn’t so!” exclaimed Dismal.
“That’s just his modesty,” continued Frank, “for of course he doesn’t want to push himself forward, but he’s quietly waiting for his friends to recognize his great ability, and as we’re his friends we just want to boom him from now on, and I take this occasion of nominating Dismal Jones, Esquire, as class wit.”
Rattleton burst into guffaws of laughter, while the others smiled.
“The idea is humorous enough to elect him!” said Diamond.
“Well, if he’s going to be a candidate,” added Browning, “we must put the campaign through in proper fashion. We must organize a Dismal Jones Club and have an emblem.
“I move that we all wear crape upon our left arm and mourning bands upon our hats until the election.”
“Great Scott!” howled Rattleton, “the time for mourning will be after Jones is elected.”
Jones listened to this joking with stolid good humor; never a smile lingered on his face, but his solemn eyes showed no resentment.
“It’s all right,” he remarked when they gave him a chance to speak, “you fellows think you’ve got me on a long string, but I’d like to bet that if I should run for a class office, I wouldn’t be last in the race!
“Of course,” he added, hastily, “I haven’t really any insane notion of doing such a thing.”
The students laughed again, picked up their gripsacks and prepared to separate.
“Say!” called Page, eagerly, “what about coming down to see my room?”
“Oh, we’ve got a whole year ahead of us,” growled Browning.
“I’ll run down in the course of an hour or two,” said Frank. “I don’t think there’s anything to do at my room, and I’ll be glad to learn the way to yours. What’s the number?”
Page told him, and Frank exclaimed:
This is a free sample. Please purchase full version of the book to continue.
CHAPTER I. GREETINGS ON THE CAMPUS
CHAPTER II. IMPRISONED IN A CHIMNEY
CHAPTER III. TURNING THE TABLES
CHAPTER IV. READY FOR THE TEST
CHAPTER V. ONE OF THE MISSING PAPERS
CHAPTER VI. THE PROFESSOR'S CASE
CHAPTER VII. A FORCED CONFESSION
CHAPTER VIII. PICKING OUT A TEAM
CHAPTER IX. HUNTING FOR A FRESHMAN
CHAPTER X. THE FINDING OF MELLOR
CHAPTER XI. A REPORTER'S INFLUENCE
CHAPTER XII. ON THEIR GUARD
CHAPTER XIII. THE WRESTLER
CHAPTER XIV. A TRICK
CHAPTER XV. OFF THE CLEATS
CHAPTER XVI. BLACK MARKS
CHAPTER XVII. THE TEST OF NERVE
CHAPTER XVIII. FRANK WANTS MORE
CHAPTER XIX. THE LEAP INTO THE RIVER
CHAPTER XX. THE LAST STAGE
CHAPTER XXI. MAKING THINGS INTERESTING FOR MILLER
CHAPTER XXII. MILLER'S NERVES
CHAPTER XXIII. TRIED BY THE "PIGS."
CHAPTER XXIV. HUMPERDINK TO THE RESCUE
CHAPTER XXV. FRANK HAS A VISITOR
CHAPTER XXVI. SIGNIFICANT MOVEMENTS
CHAPTER XXVII. HALLIDAY IS PUZZLED
CHAPTER XXVIII. FRANK'S VISITORS
CHAPTER XXIX. AN UNWILLING PROMISE
CHAPTER XXX. "FALSE TO HIS COLORS."
CHAPTER XXXI. FRANK IS MISERABLE
CHAPTER XXXII. "THE MARBLE HEART."
CHAPTER XXXIII. "FOR THE HONOR OF OLD YALE."
CHAPTER XXXIV. A SENSATION ON THE FIELD
CHAPTER XXXV. STOPPING A TOUCHDOWN
CHAPTER XXXVI. WON BACK
CHAPTER XXXVII. INZA BEGINS TO UNDERSTAND
CHAPTER XXXVIII. A BLOW FOR FRANK
CHAPTER XXXIX. THE HOMEWARD JOURNEY
CHAPTER XL. REJOICING AT YALE
CHAPTER XLI. A CONTRAST IN ENEMIES
CHAPTER XLII. A CHALLENGE ACCEPTED
CHAPTER XLIII. AN UNPLEASANT SITUATION
CHAPTER XLIV. STUDENTS' RACKETS
CHAPTER XLV. THE DUEL
CHAPTER XLVI. A STUDENTS' CONFAB
CHAPTER XLVII. DIAMOND STRIKES A BLOW
CHAPTER XLVIII. FACING THE BULLY
CHAPTER XLIX. TO THE RESCUE
CHAPTER L. AGAINST ODDSCHAPTER I
GREETINGS ON THE CAMPUS
“Ah, there, Merriwell!”
Frank Merriwell was crossing the campus at good old Yale, and this cry, in a familiar voice, sounded from Durfee Hall.
He turned his eyes toward the favorite dormitory, and seated at an open window on the ground floor he saw his classmate, Jones, he of the famous nickname, “Dismal.”
“Hello, Dismal,” called Frank, “aren’t you going to come out and shake hands with a fellow?”
“I would if it wasn’t for the shower,” responded Jones, whose usually solemn face was graver than ever.
“Shower?” repeated Frank, looking up in surprise at the perfectly clear sky.
“I see that you’ve just arrived, so that you probably haven’t noticed it,” said Dismal, coming out of his window to avoid going around through the hall.
He came slowly across the grass plot that lay between him and Frank and held out his hand, saying:
“How are you, Frank? I’m glad to see you.”
Frank, who had just come from the railway station, had a gripsack in each hand. He set them down upon the grass and shook Dismal’s hand warmly.
“There it goes!” exclaimed Dismal, with something like animation, “the shower’s begun again.”
Frank’s brows wrinkled in perplexity.
“I don’t see any signs of a shower,” he said.
“That’s because you haven’t been here all the morning,” returned Jones, solemnly. “I’ve been sitting there in my window for fully three hours watching it; it’s been a perfect rain of gripsacks on the campus. Every fellow that comes along stops to shake hands with everybody he meets, and every time he stops, down goes his gripsacks.”
Frank laughed.
“You’re the same old cheerful joker, Dismal,” he said. “But you’re beginning early. If you keep up this sort of thing you’ll actually get caught laughing before the end of the junior year.”
There was a faint shadow of a smile on Dismal’s face as he responded:
“Well, anyhow, Frank, I’m glad to see all the fellows come trooping back. Are you glad to get here yourself?”
“Why, of course I am.”
“Had a good time during the vacation?”
“I always have a good time,” said Frank. “Don’t you?”
“Oh, yes, in my way. To tell the truth, I spent most of the summer dreading the day when I should have to come back to the confounded old books, and lectures and examinations; but I got here yesterday, and now I’m dreading the time I shall have to go away again.”
“Then I see that you’re sure to enjoy yourself during the junior year,” said Frank, stooping to pick up his gripsacks.
“When I’ve got my room in order I’ll come around and go to luncheon with you.”
“Do!” replied Dismal. “I’ll go back to my window seat and watch the shower. Hello! there comes Browning, and he’s loaded down with gripsacks, too. My, but there’ll be a perfect torrent!”
Big Bruce Browning came up with friendly words of greeting, and as Dismal had predicted, he set down his gripsacks in order to get his hands free.
“It’s getting worse and worse!” remarked Dismal, as if worried about it, “for here comes Rattleton and Diamond from one direction and Harold Page from another.”
The last named students were on their way, just as Frank had been, to their respective rooms, and each carried more or less baggage, except Diamond, who, being something of an aristocrat, had sent all his traps to his room on a wagon.
Seeing Frank standing near Durfee, they all turned toward him, and in a moment there was a lively exchange of greetings and small talk.
Four of these students, Merriwell himself, Jack Diamond, Bruce Browning and Harry Rattleton, had not been long separated, to be sure, but after a sporting trip which they had undertaken across the continent, it was like meeting after a long absence to find themselves together again at Yale.
It was the beginning of a new college year, and members of all classes were trooping back to begin their work.
While these juniors were discussing all manner of things that interest students, such as the prospects of the football eleven, the make-up of next year’s crew, and the coming elections into secret societies, members of other classes were scattered about the campus chatting in much the same way.
Among those who appeared upon the famous quadrangle were many who belonged to the incoming freshman class. It was easy to recognize them, for, as Rattleton observed:
“You can tell a freshman with the naked eye.”
They were either proceeding in a fearful hurry, as if they thought they were in danger of getting in late to an examination, or they were standing in awkward idleness looking at the strange buildings and evidently not knowing which way to turn and dreading to ask anybody a question.
The juniors smiled indulgently as a group of three or four candidates for the freshman class passed them.
The newcomers were discussing an examination from which they had just come, telling each other how they had answered certain questions and wondering if they would get marked high enough to pass.
“I can sympathize with them,” remarked Diamond. “I know just the kind of shivers they’re suffering from.”
“What jolly good subjects those fellows would be for a quiet hazing,” remarked Page.
“You mustn’t forget,” said Frank, “that we’re juniors now, and therefore out of it so far as hazing is concerned.”
“That’s right,” added Browning, “the freshies are nothing to us; they’re far beneath us.”
“Except in one sense,” said Frank. “The sophomores, you know, will get even for the hazing we gave them, by taking it out of the freshies, and so it becomes our duty, in a way, to take care of the freshmen and see that they get fair treatment.”
Speaking of this it may be well to explain that in all colleges the juniors take this attitude toward the freshmen.
As a rule the freshman receives the attention of a junior with a great deal of gratitude, but also as a rule he does not find that it amounts to very much.
The junior is ever ready to give him a good deal of solid advice, and a great deal more ready to get the freshman to do errands for him, and all manner of odd jobs that the freshman is quite sure to do, until, as the boys say, he tumbles to the fact that after all the junior is really making game of him.
“Speaking of hazing, though,” said Page, suddenly, “I’ve got a new room.”
“Have you? Where is it?” asked Rattleton.
“It’s up High Street a way, in one of the oldest houses in New Haven.”
“Good room?” asked Browning.
“Capital! I’ve got to do some grinding this year and the room will suit me exactly for that, but there’ll be hours when the books can be forgotten, and then you fellows’ll find that the room is a corker for cards or any sort of jollification.”
“I don’t see what that’s got to do with hazing,” remarked Merriwell. “You said that the hazing reminded you of it.”
“Yes, I’ll tell you why, or rather I’ll show you. There’s something about that room that would be perfectly immense if we were sophomores now. Come down and see it, will you?”
“Better wait a week,” said Browning, picking up his bags, “I’m busy now.”
“How extraordinary!” remarked Dismal Jones. “If the faculty should hear that Browning was busy they’d give him a warning!”
Browning frowned in mock anger and Frank, putting on an expression quite as solemn as Dismal’s own, and laying his hand on Dismal’s shoulder, said:
“The fact is, boys, Jones has become ambitious. He knows that the election of class-day officers is only a little more than a year away, and he’s getting himself into training for one of the positions.”
“Oh, go on, it isn’t so!” exclaimed Dismal.
“That’s just his modesty,” continued Frank, “for of course he doesn’t want to push himself forward, but he’s quietly waiting for his friends to recognize his great ability, and as we’re his friends we just want to boom him from now on, and I take this occasion of nominating Dismal Jones, Esquire, as class wit.”
Rattleton burst into guffaws of laughter, while the others smiled.
“The idea is humorous enough to elect him!” said Diamond.
“Well, if he’s going to be a candidate,” added Browning, “we must put the campaign through in proper fashion. We must organize a Dismal Jones Club and have an emblem.
“I move that we all wear crape upon our left arm and mourning bands upon our hats until the election.”
“Great Scott!” howled Rattleton, “the time for mourning will be after Jones is elected.”
Jones listened to this joking with stolid good humor; never a smile lingered on his face, but his solemn eyes showed no resentment.
“It’s all right,” he remarked when they gave him a chance to speak, “you fellows think you’ve got me on a long string, but I’d like to bet that if I should run for a class office, I wouldn’t be last in the race!
“Of course,” he added, hastily, “I haven’t really any insane notion of doing such a thing.”
The students laughed again, picked up their gripsacks and prepared to separate.
“Say!” called Page, eagerly, “what about coming down to see my room?”
“Oh, we’ve got a whole year ahead of us,” growled Browning.
“I’ll run down in the course of an hour or two,” said Frank. “I don’t think there’s anything to do at my room, and I’ll be glad to learn the way to yours. What’s the number?”
Page told him, and Frank exclaimed:
This is a free sample. Please purchase full version of the book to continue.
więcej..
