United States -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction
Fortunately the labor did not last long, but while it lasted Hugh was
hustled around as he never had been before. And he loved it. He loved
his blue cap and its orange button; he loved the upper-classmen who
called him freshman and ordered him around; he loved the very trunks
that he lugged so painfully up-stairs. He was being recognized, merely
as a janitor, it is true, but recognized; at last he was a part of
Sanford College. Further, one of the men who had ordered him around the
most fiercely wore a Nu Delta pin, the emblem of his father's
fraternity. He ran that man's errands with such speed and willingness
that the hero decided that the freshman was "very, very dumb."
That night Hugh and Carl sat in 19 Surrey and rested their aching bones,
one on a couch, the other in a leather Morris chair.
"Hot stuff, wasn't it?" said Hugh, stretching out comfortably.
"Hot stuff, hell! How do they get that way?"
"Never mind; we'll do the ordering next year."
"Right you are," said Carl decisively, lighting a cigarette, "and won't
I make the little frosh walk." He gazed around the room, his face
beaming with satisfaction. "Say, we're pretty snappy here, aren't we?"
Hugh, too, looked around admiringly. The walls were almost hidden by
banners, a huge Sanford blanket--Hugh's greatest contribution--Carl's
Kane blanket, the photographs of the "harem," posters of college
athletes and movie bathing-girls, pipe-racks, and three Maxfield Parrish
prints.
"It certainly is fine," said Hugh proudly. "All we need is a barber pole
and a street sign."
"We'll have 'em before the week is out." This with great decision.
CHAPTER IV
Carl's adviser had been less efficient than Hugh's; therefore he knew
what his courses were, where the classes met and the hours, the names of
his instructors, and the requirements other than Latin for a B.S.
degree. Carl said that he was taking a B.S. because he had had a year of
Greek at Kane and was therefore perfectly competent to make full use of
the language; he could read the letters on the front doors of the
fraternity houses.
The boys found that their courses were the same but that they were in
different sections. Hugh was in a dilemma; he could make nothing out of
his card.
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