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 alone, with eyes open for selfish motives. "Those Sophomores that shouted 'Thank you, please,' so loud for that ball which rolled near me," he would point out to himself, "do so to show these Freshmen over here how familiar they could be with a Senior." Just then a classmate said "Hello, Bob," in a friendly tone, and Elliot smiled knowingly, for Senior elections were near at hand. For these and similar atrocities he hated mankind.

No one suspected him of being so miserable. They called him "Sour Ball," but thought he was merely disappointed at the way some things had turned out, or a little serious thinking over what "next year" means to a Senior. He was treated like every one else by the fellows on the campus and at the club, any one of whom would have been glad to let Elliot tell him all about it, and forget it. But Elliot had never learned to do such things.

Now what he really needed, of course, to make him realize what a good thing was life in that little world, was about one month