Thus, the improvised class yell, went on one verse after another all being ended “Just the same” until throats gave out and feet merely pounded, or patted, and kept the echoing time. Finally Jane was accorded an opportunity of making herself heard, although it was rather a meager opportunity, and uncertain in spots. She had just risen to her feet when a cry from the “left wing” got the floor. “We challenge this election!” shouted the opposition, led by Lillian Summers. “The candidate never accepted.” “She is here to accept,” fired back Judith as spokesman for the right. “I accept the candidacy,” promptly called Jane, to the intense delight and utter surprise of her strongest advocates. She had declared all along she would not run. Even Judith was now thoroughly astounded. “Hurrah, hurray! horroo!” rang out the call. Then the unquenchable: “A reebald, ribald rowdy! The hundredth verse is just the same——” Judith pounded for order and after a few “flare-ups” had been extinguished, she, as spokesman, went on with the proceedings. All this time Judith and her followers were at a loss to account for Marian Seaton. It was just like her to go off in comfort and expect her abject contingent to do her troublesome bidding, and certainly, no one could mistake the hand that ran the opposition; yet in spite of that argument Marian might reasonably be expected to lend a hand through the unexpected difficulty, and, at least, give the ship a push to start it out on the troubled waters. But no Marian was either seen or heard. Once more gaining what substituted for quiet Judith took the floor. She was surprising herself with the newly acquired efficiency she so deliberately demonstrated. “We are fully prepared to submit to our officials all the records of these proceedings, which have resulted in the election of Jane Allen class president,” she proclaimed without a pause. “We can show that every vote is properly signed, and that the report of the nominating committee, and the acceptance of the candidate, complied with the time rules. Our clerks will be happy to meet the faculty, at any time named by that honorable body, and then and there produce the proofs of our sincerity and obedience to the honorable rules of our beloved Wellington.” “Three cheers for our leader, Judith Stearns!” were then called for and responded to with such ructious vehemence, as might have been expected had the criers and cheer squad been turned loose at that moment. A full half hour of the most strenuous kind of shouts and cheers had little effect on dampening voices and ardour, when the call to cheer Judith sounded anew.