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 one day; "you'd think this—what is it?—football managership?—of more importance than England's selection of a premier."

"And so it is—to us," was the reply. A pretty good epitomizing answer, by the way; applicable to much of the satire upon provinciality and narrowness of all sorts.

So the time arrived when his classmates decided that it was their duty to have a little fun with Jeremiah Henderson. This type of student is known to every college community and they generally have some such awakening.

"But where could they conceal the body during the day when the others are in the laboratory?" asked Jeremiah, beginning to look serious.

"Down in the cellar," his caller answered. "No one ever goes there." (This was late one warm night in spring term, junior year, and Jeremiah was being asked for advice.)

"H'm; how about the janitor of the building?" asked Jeremiah.