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 is, I beg your pardon; I'm only an old graduate, very green, very much behind the times. Tell me, what are you—let's see, a Junior Orator, or" "Heavens! no," the undergraduate replied pityingly.

"Still higher, eh? One of the Lynde Debaters?"

"Of course not."

"Oh, I have it, you won the Stinnecke Scholarship."

He laughed at the old graduate's greenness, "What do you take me for; a poler?"

"Then—oh, to be sure, you're on one of the teams. Now, judging by appearances I should not have thought you an athlete, but"

"No," sighed the undergraduate; "never mind looking at my shape; I don't happen to be an athlete."

"I have it," said the other. "You're one of the all-around representative men?"

The upper-classman looked modest, yet did not say no.

"That's fine," said the old graduate