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at that one! No, the fellow in the flannel suit out in the middle of the street. Seems to be having a nice quiet time of it, doesn't he?—walking along there with that pipe in his mouth, kicking up the dust, all alone. What? Oh, he's simply glad to get back to college, that's all. From the way he swings his shoulders and wears that slouchy, faded hat you might think he owned the place. Well, I suppose he does; he's a Senior. Now he's beginning to sing a little—oh, just because he feels like singing, and has a right to do as he pleases, knows there is no one about to criticise, and wouldn't care if there was. Look at this other chap running at him from behind. Jumped out of that hack there, didn't he? Drops his suit-case in the gutter because he doesn't want it