And still the cries echoed from the various quarters.
"Freshmen, get wood!"
"On the job, freshmen!"
More wood was brought, and yet more. The pile grew.
"Gee, this is fierce!" groaned a fat freshman, staggering along under
the burden of two big boxes. "Those fellows want too much. I'm going to
quit!"
"Look out! Don't let 'em hear you!" warned a companion. "They'll keep
you carting it all night if you kick."
"Kick! (puff) Kick! (puff) I ain't got wind enough to do any kickin'.
I'm (puff) all (puff) in!"
"Oh, well, it's all in the game. We'll be out of this class next term,
and we can watch the other fellows sweat! Cut along!"
"Wood! Wood over here!"
"Where's Andy Blair?"
"I don't know. Oh you Swipes! What you got!"
"All right! This'll make a flare, all right!"
"Oh, for the love of Peter! Look what Swipes has!"
Harry, otherwise "Swipes" Morton, was convoying four laboring and
perspiring freshmen who were carting over the campus a big box that had
ones contained a piano.
"Oh, you Swipes!"
"Where'd you crab that?"
"Say, ain't he the little peach, though!"
"Oh wow! What a lark!"
"I guess this won't make some nifty little blaze, eh?" demanded Harry.
"Eh, Andy?"
"Sure thing! Where'd you get it?"
"Over back of Hanson's store.
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