On this night all interest was centered upon the annex where Frederick Graves, Dan Jordan, Billy Dillon, Oscar Brown and Jimmy Preston were to be taken through the "stunts." In the afternoon the five young men had been locked in one of the student's rooms, and told that they would receive their dinner during the proceedings that evening. The gravity which had settled upon the upper classmen frightened the three smaller candidates, for Billy, Oscar and Jimmy were miniatures in size compared to Dan Jordan and Frederick Graves. "Do you think they are going to hurt us," asked Billy Dillon, turning to the two larger students. "I don't want to be hurt--I like the thought of being a fraternity man, but I don't want to go through any business that will injure me." "Neither do I," put in Oscar Brown. "I promised my mother--" "It won't be well with you fellows if those chaps downstairs hear you talking that way," cautioned Jordan, "besides the initiation is only fun, and any of us are willing to stand jokes." After a three-hour wait, a group of sophomores, and the freshmen's tormentors--appeared upon the scene and ordered the candidates to follow them into the dreaded annex. In this "torture chamber" the older members, juniors and seniors, seated on benches placed around the wall, were waiting gravely the arrival of their victims. The honors of the occasion had been given into the hands of the sophomores, and as they trailed in followed by the quaking applicants, a hush fell over the expectant members of the society. The five freshmen were ordered to stand in a row, and Richard Hall, the spokesman of the second-year class, came forward, holding up one hand in mock reverence. "Gentlemen," he began, "I first christen you all in the name of the 'Cranium' Fraternity. I give you, Dillon, the name of 'Swipes.' You, Brown, shall be dubbed 'Shorts'--here he hesitated an instant, perusing a slip of paper which lay on the table beside him--Preston, you may add another 'S' to make a trio--your name shall be 'Spuddy.'" Hall allowed his eyes to gaze reflectively upon Dan Jordan. "To a big fellow like you, Jordan," he resumed, "I give 'Captain.'" His voice dropped as if he had either overlooked or forgotten Frederick, and the young fellow waited expectantly. Suddenly Hall flashed him a glance, then dropped his eyes with twitching lips. "'Parson' is good enough for you, Graves." Sweeping the five candidates with his searching gaze, he took up the speech again-- "If at any time your fraternity brothers desire to call you by your new names and you refuse to answer, you shall receive the punishment which goes with disobedience." "Gentlemen," he said again, dismissing the last subject with a wave of his hand, "it gives us great pleasure to receive you into this fraternity, but before we can give you full membership it is necessary for us to go through a few more formalities." Hall's eye fell in hesitation upon the ponderous form of Dan Jordan.