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 put on a change of clothing which he had hidden in the bushes during the afternoon, and spent the night at a farmhouse, then took an early morning train for a little holiday at home. The hazers had been badly enough hazed already and got off rather easily.

I know of a different case which did not get into the papers. It has never been told before.

Usually the hazing was deserved, and in almost all cases the hazers were reasonable, decent enough chaps who did their harmless tricks—the canal cure was seldom employed—if not as a duty to their younger brothers, at least as a harmless pleasure for themselves. Occasionally, however, there was a bully, like Bum Batter. He was a big, thick-headed brute, as strong as an ox and quite as slow. His special delight was goading nice, innocent, hard-working Freshmen, nervous, sensitive little fellows, whose superior sense and sensibilities probably riled up all the bully in big, stupid Batter. Little Harrison Sinclair stood it patiently for a while