"I suggest that on account of the uncertain state of the weather," said Hickey, wisely, "all window-blinds should be closed and locked." "I think," said Cheyenne, "that we had better march to chapel in close formation." "Are there any more arguments left?" said Crazy. "Quite a number." "They must be delivered to-night," said Crazy, firmly. "No egg shall be allowed to spoil--in this house." * * * * * At eleven o'clock that night, as the head master sat in his room in distant Boston, giving the last touches to the address which he had prepared for the following day on the "Experiment of Self-Government and Increased Individual Responsibility in Primary Education," the following telegram was handed to him: Come back instantly. School in state of anarchy. Rioting and pillaging unchecked. Another day may be too late. Baldwin's course in political education. BARONSON. When the Doctor, after a night's precipitous travel, drove on to the campus he had left picturesque and peaceful but a few days before, he could hardly believe his eyes. The circle of houses was stained and spotted with the marks of hundreds of eggs and the softer vegetables. From almost every upper window a banner (often ripped to shreds) or a mutilated proclamation was displayed. Proclamations blossomed on every tree, couched in vitriolic language. Two large groups of embattled boys, bearing strange banners, were converging across the campus, with haggard, hysterical faces, fists clenched and muscles strung in nervous tension, waiting the shock of the approaching clash. The Doctor sprang from the buggy and advanced toward chapel with determined, angry strides. At the sight of the familiar figure a swift change went over the two armies, on the point of flying at each other's throats. The most bloodthirsty suddenly quailed, the most martial scowls gave place to looks of innocence. In the twinkling of an eye every banner had disappeared, and the two armies, breaking formation, went meekly and fearfully into chapel. The Doctor from his rostrum looked down upon the school. Under his fierce examination every glance fell to the hymn-book. "Young gentlemen of the Lawrenceville School, I will say just one word," began the head master. "This political campaign will STOP, NOW, _AT ONCE_!" He paused at the spectacle of row on row of blooming eyes and gory features, and, despite himself, his lips twitched. In an instant the first ranks began to titter, then a roar of laughter went up from the pent-up, hysterical boys. They laughed until they sobbed, for the first time aware of the ridiculousness of the situation. Then as the Doctor, wisely refraining from further discourse, dismissed them, they swayed out on the campus where the Davis fell into the arms of the Dickinson, and Fed and Anti-Fed rolled with laughter on the ground.