It was the custom for the juniors to hold a meeting shortly after the beginning of the school year and elect class officials, and it was also the custom of the lower middle and upper middle fellows to take quite a flattering interest in the affair. Perhaps it would be more correct to say that the lower middlers were interested in the meeting and the upper middlers were interested in the lower middlers. Just why the second-year boys held it incumbent to do all in their power to prevent the juniors from getting together successfully it is difficult to say; but they did. The upper middlers’ part in the proceedings was theoretically to see that the first-year fellows had fair play, but what they actually did was to have a good-natured mix-up with the lower middlers. Consequently the evening of junior meeting was looked forward to with pleasurable anticipation by the whole school, unless we omit a portion of the junior class whose disposition was entirely peaceable. The juniors did their best to hold the meeting in secret, but someone outside the class invariably got wind of it in time to give the alarm. Faculty had on one or two occasions, when the fun had become rather too noisy, threatened to prohibit the ceremony, but at the time of this story it was still observed. This fall it was arranged among the juniors that they were to meet at five o’clock on Wednesday afternoon in assembly hall. But the watchful lower middlers prevented that by the simple expedient of locking both doors on the inside and leaving the keys in, departing by way of a window and by means of a rope. By the time Mr. Crump, the head janitor, had pushed out one of the keys and fitted a new one it was too late for the meeting and the juniors retired in defeat. Subsequently they allowed it to leak out that the postponed assembly would take place in the same room on Saturday evening, and, for some reason, their story was believed. But on Thursday evening at about eight o’clock cries of “Lower middle, all out!” echoed through the dormitories and books were abandoned and green eye-shades tossed aside. In a few minutes it became known that the juniors had stolen a march and were safely barricaded in the gymnasium! Lower middle hastened to the scene in force, and upper middle followed swiftly. The seniors, forgetting dignity, likewise repaired to the gathering to play the part of spectators. As Roy Dresser remarked to Ted Trafford as they secured positions of vantage against the end wall of Manning, it looked very much as though, in the words of the country newspapers, “a good time was to be had by all.”