Winning His "W" - A Story of Freshman Year at College by Everett Titsworth Tomlinson
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darted out of the room and ran down the stairway covering three steps at
a leap. But Foster understood what it was that was demanded of him, and, without hesitating an instant, seized his cap and swiftly followed. The scheme worked marvelously well, and within five minutes a band of twenty-five freshmen had assembled in the hall in front of Peter John's and Hawley's room in Leland. Hawley was still holding the door and no outcry from within the room had been heard. "How many sophs room in this entry?" said Will quickly. "Four," replied Hawley. "Two in the front corner room on the second floor and two in the back corner." "Can you hold on till we can fix them?" "I can hold on forever. But you'd better be quick about it." At Will's word four of his classmates followed him to the floor below and two were speedily assigned to hold one door while two more held the other. They were to be quiet, and, if no outbreak was made, then they were not to make their presence known, but under no circumstances were the sophomores to be permitted to come out from their rooms. As soon as this arrangement had been perfected Will ran swiftly back to join Hawley and his classmates on the floor above. Hawley was still standing at his post of duty, but as Will approached he laughed silently and whispered: "What'll we do now, fellows?" |
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