Bang! went the chairman's gavel, but there was a laugh at the joke, for Jerry and Joe, the "Jersey twins" were always so much in accord that what one did the other always sanctioned. Yet the query of Dutch seemed to disturb Jerry. "Mr. Chairman," he began again. "I wish----" "Help him along, Joe," sung out Snail Looper. "Jerry is going to make a wish." "Boys, boys," pleaded the coach. "My uncle says----" came from Ford Fenton, indiscreetly. "Sit down!" "Put him out!" "Muzzle him!" "Silence!" "Get a policeman!" "Turn the hose on him!" "Don't believe he ever had an uncle!" These were some of the cries that greeted Ford. Bang! Bang! went the gavel, and order was finally restored, but Fenton did not again venture to address the chair. "Mr. Chairman," began Jerry Jackson once more, and this time he secured a hearing, and was recognized. "I wish to place in nomination," he went on, "a manager who, I am sure, will fulfill the duties in the most acceptable manner; one who knows the game from home plate to third base, who has had large experience, who is a jolly good fellow--who----" "Who is he?" "Name him!" "Don't be so long-winded about it!" "Tell us his name!" "He's going to name Ford's uncle!" Once more the horse-play, led by Dutch, broke out. Bang! Bang! went Mr. Leighton's gavel again. "I nominate Ed Kerr!" sung out Jerry. "Second it!" came from his brother in a flash. "Mr. Kerr has been nominated," spoke the chairman. "Are there any others?" "Move the nominations be closed," came from Tom quickly, but, before it could be seconded, Bert Bascome was on his feet. He had a sneering, supercilious air, that was in distinct bad taste, yet he seemed to have a sort of following, as, indeed, any youth in college may have, who is willing to freely spend his money. "One moment, Mr. Chairman," began Bascome, and so anxious were the others to hear what was coming that they did not interrupt. "When I came to Randall college," went on the freshman, with an air as if he had conferred a great favor by his act, "I was given to understand that the spirit of sportsmanship and fair play was a sort of a heritage." "So it is!" "What's eating you?" "Who's the goat?" came the cries. Bert flushed but went on: "Closing the nominations before more than one name----" "The nominations have not been closed," suggested Mr. Leighton. "Then am I out of order?" inquired Bascome sarcastically. He seemed to know parliamentary law. "No," answered the coach. "You must speak to the point, however. Have you a name to place in nomination? Mr. Parsons' motion was lost for want of a second." "I _have_ a name to place in nomination," went on Bert deliberately, "and in doing so I wish to state that I am actuated by no sense of feeling against Mr. Kerr, whom I do not know. I simply wish to see the spirit of sport well diversified among the students, and----" "Question! Question!" shouted several. "Name your man!" demanded others.