Most men, however, are wily about these unknown friends’ friends, but occasionally they are caught. I know one cadet who was asked to take such a girl to a hop. He replied that he would not do so himself but that he would find some other cadet. With true Irish persuasiveness and unexampled Blarney he prevailed upon a classmate. When the latter was making out the card of the supposedly beautiful girl (but in reality a true L. P.) his first thought was to offer some dances to the promoter of the young lady. The arch-plotter, however, innocently replied: “I’m awfully sorry, Joe, but my card is full.” This answer appeared exceedingly strange to Joe, until he beheld his partner for the dance. Then the base ingratitude of his friend so enraged him that he at once broke off all diplomatic and social relations. So wary have the cadets become lest they be taken in, that when a fellow cadet comes out into the hall to get one of the stags to dance with a girl, he is at once the object of suspicion. When he asks his friend to take a dance because the girl’s partner failed to turn up, or what not, the friend instantly demands: “Where is she?” “Where is she?” Some of the more astute cadets then point out the prettiest girl in sight saying: “There she is; she’s a fiend,” meaning she is all that is to be desired, and lead off their victim apparently in her direction, but by a well-planned movement, the victim is shunted off so that before he realizes it he finds himself bowing before Miss L. P. His comrade has escaped in the crowd, leaving him to “darkness and despair.” Here begins a desultory conversation, not marked by any great intellectual effort. L. P.: “Do you like to dance?” Cadet: “Yes, do you?” (Long pause--atmosphere strained.) Polite cadet: “Isn’t this a beautiful hall?” L. P.: “Yes, how many lights are there in the ceiling?” Cadet: “340.” (Second longer pause--atmosphere at breaking point.) Usually a chap relieves the situation by suggesting: “Let’s go out on the balcony.” There one can at least console himself with the beauty of the scene, for unless devoid of all feeling, no person can behold the glory of the Hudson from the balcony of Cullum Hall, by night, or better, by moonlight without being greatly stirred.