"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.