_Hud_. Ned Burleigh! _Burl_. Quite right, this time. I am Steve's chum. _Mrs. H_. Why, Stephen, I don't understand. _Burl_. [_to Hud., severely_]. I do. _Mrs. H_. Will you explain this? _Burl_. Yes, I think you had better. _Hud_. [_putting on a bold front_]. Well, you see, mother, it was just a little joke on Ned. Just a little joke, that is all. [_Forces a laugh_.] _Miss H_. Then the other was not your chum? _Burl_. Most certainly not. _Mrs. H_. Well, I don't understand it yet. However, I am very much relieved to meet the real Mr. Burleigh. _Miss H._ Mother, I think we had better start for the Assembly. _Mrs. H._ Where is Mr. Randolph? _Burl._ Oh, he has just gone out. _Miss H._ He must have left rather abruptly. _Burl._ Yes, Jack Randolph has very queer manners. You see, he is awfully bashful. _Rand._ [_to Burl. over the screen_]. Here, give me back that ulster. _Burl._ [_aside to Rand._]. I'll be hanged if I will. Who is in it now, eh? _Hud._ Well, let us be going. _Mrs. H._ Will you come with us, Mr. Burleigh? _Burl._ I will follow you in later. I will go down with you to the carriage. _Hud._ Well, come along. _Rand._ [_over the screen_]. That is a low trick. [_Reaches for Burl. with handle of umbrella three times; at third attempt screen falls over and Rand. flat on top of it--in short ballet dress and pink tights. His moustache, rubber boots, and decidedly masculine arms and legs make an excellent effect with the garb of a première danseuse. Ladies shriek._] _Mrs. and_} _Miss H._ } Mr. Randolph! _Steve._ Jack! _Rand._ [_nervously spreading umbrella in front of his legs_]. I--I _beg_ your pardon. Please excuse my--my _déshabillé_. [_To Hud., savagely_] I told you I was going to the dress rehearsal. [_Kicks Burleigh aside_] I'll get even with you, Ned. _Mrs. H._ Well, Steve, this has been an exciting visit. Does a college room often furnish such incidents? _Hud._ Well, it's all the fault of---- _Hud._ } _Burl._ } My awful chum! A HARVARD-YALE EPISODE. "I'm off for New Haven to-morrow," Rattleton announced as he dropped into Holworthy's room, where several of the "gang" were sitting. "Going to sojourn two days in the Land of Eli." "You are, eh?" said Burleigh. "Well, you'll have a rattling good time down there." "A '_smooth_' time, you mean," corrected Rattleton. "Don't you know how to talk Elic yet?" "I beg pardon," said Burleigh. "When you get back I suppose you will refer to the Porc as your 'spot,' and if any of us who are not members asks you anything about it you will cut him dead." "Don't make any breaks down there about queer pins and extraordinary buildings," said Stoughton. "They _are_ funny about those things, aren't they?" replied Rattleton. "But I have no doubt they can laugh just as much at us about lots of things." "Of course they can," asserted Holworthy. "_Vide_ the Dickey. That institution is quite as absurd as anything they do down there."