“Priddy, what did the professor conclude about that Lochner fellow?” Stephen Lochner was one of the Dutch painters we were studying. I would tell him as well as I could. Then he would drawl: “Uh, I didn’t follow the professor at all when he said that the early Dutch school, Van Eyck and the others--let’s see, how many were there?” I would tell him, exactly, with names and dates, and then he would drawl: “Sure you got them all, Priddy?” “Yes, I have.” “I’ll bet you’re grafting the course, Priddy, and haven’t been near the references in the library, eh?” “Sanderson, I’ve got every note of importance, and have worked up every single picture!” Then the yawning fellow would turn over to me, lift up his fez in the politest manner and say, with his endearing smile: “Oh, is that so! Then Priddy, I shan’t need to bother much myself, shall I? You can give me some fine dope on the course!” Seeing that I was caught, there was no way out of it but to become the unofficial tutor to his lazy highness; a duty, however, which was pleasant enough, for we had so many things in common. There was a sense of embarrassment, however, in the fact that Sanderson would go into the examinations of the course, after I had prompted him, and by some freak of the angel of Providence, his guardian spirit, he would out-top me with marks! One Monday morning I dropped into his room, on my way across the campus, when he came from his bedroom arrayed in his bath-robe, for he had been oversleeping, and he said to me, “Congratulations, Priddy!” “What’s this for?” I exclaimed. “For the honorable winner of two literary prizes!” he exclaimed. “Two?” I gasped. “Yes, and firsts, my friend! I want to get in on the ground floor and get a college ice on the prize money,” he smiled. “And how do you know this?” I asked. “The announcements were posted Saturday, after you had left, Priddy.” “Then you shall have the treat, Sanderson.” The two prize checks--beautifully decorated with the college seal and ornamental borders--were used to pay for the winter’s supply of wood, at home, and to clear off a store bill. I felt that my first adventure into literature had amply repaid me in fellowships, discipline, and cash: a well-rounded reward.