"You will all no doubt soon see the value of prompt obedience," his voice rang out, and a smile touched each corner of his lips, but faded instantly. The three little freshmen moved uneasily--Hall, with a touch of irony in his tones, directed the rest of his instructions to them. "We have decided," resumed the speaker, "to initiate you fellows all at one time." Oscar Brown sighed in relief. "Misery loves company," and if the society had any indignities to bestow, he would not be alone. "We have found it necessary in times past," Hall took up again with a tragic tone in his voice, "to use discipline upon such occasions as this, and if by chance an incoming member becomes obstreperous, we employ a friend to help us--he holds an honored position in our fraternity ... Mr. Manchester, introduce 'Mazuka.'" The sophomore thus adjured, stepped nimbly to the corner, and lifting from a hook a long vicious-looking carpet beater, brought it toward Hall. "Handle him with reverence," shouted the spokesman, taking it carefully in his hands and turning it over with a benign smile. "Many a time has 'Mazuka' done good service for this frat! You will understand," the freshmen heard him say, "that an indecorous smile on any of your faces will immediately call for three strokes from 'Mazuka,'" and he waved the carpet beater threateningly, "and for disobedience you will get five. We will now proceed to business. 'Captain' Jordan and 'Parson' Graves, please step forward ... Blindfold the eyes of those two, Frank," Hall ended, addressing one of his classmates near him. He turned to a group of his companions--and after whispering with them, came back saying aloud--"that's a good one to begin with." Directing his eyes upon Jordan, he said: "Down upon the floor and scramble like an egg, Captain." A titter came from Billy Dillon. "Duck that fresh chicken for laughing," shouted Hall, "and give him three strokes of the 'Mazuka.'" A sophomore brought a pail of cold water, and two other students, grasping the little fellow, immersed his curly head in it. They then stood him on his feet and laid the carpet beater three times across his back. Billy almost wished he had not chosen the fraternity life, but the others were suffering with him, which made it easier than if he had been alone. Meanwhile Dan Jordan was industriously trying to imitate a cooking egg. "Scramble, Captain, scramble," cried a sophomore, prodding Jordan with a stick. "Cook the 'Parson,' too," shouted some one, and Frederick was ordered to follow the movements of his friend. A faint flush mounted to the broad brow of the minister's son and he hesitated. "Bring the 'Mazuka,'" commanded Hall, and the eager sophomore rushed up with the persuader. "Scramble, you," he roared, waving the carpet beater dangerously near Frederick's head, and down beside his strapping friend dropped the dignified Frederick--two more long legs, and two more heavy arms were wiggling over the floor.