his chums were kept busy renewing old acquaintances, or making new ones.

"There are a raft of Freshies," commented Jack to his chum, as they
lingered over the dessert. "We'll have our hands full hazing them, all
right!"

"Oh, we can do it," declared Bert. "We always have."

"Humph! We've been Sophs such a terrible long time," murmured Tom with
a smile.

Discipline was rather lax that night, and there was much visiting to
and fro in the rooms. The proctor and the professors were kept busy
registering new students and did not pay much attention to the older
ones, including Tom and his chums, who made merry.

"Oh, you boys!" exclaimed Demosthenes Miller, or "Demy" as he was
called--the studious janitor. "Oh, you boys! Will you ever settle
down?"

"I'm afraid not," replied Tom, as he invaded the lower regions of the
man who attended to the fires, to borrow a long poker. "We want this
for some fun. There's a prof. who has a room just under ours, and he
wears a wig. It's out on the window sill to air, and I think I can
hook it."

"Oh, young gentlemen, don't, I beg of you!" expostulated the janitor.
But they paid no heed to him, and hurried off with the long poker,
while the studious janitor, to drown his apprehension, took up a Latin
book which he was struggling through, endeavoring to educate himself in