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 been coached not to talk, but forgot in the enthusiasm of his art.

Batter thought the "lanky little poler" was guying his own rather uncouth enunciation, and it made him furious. The real Freshmen were chuckling expectantly by this time—which also was contrary to rehearsal—and that made Batter still more furious. "You miserable little pup," he bawled, drawing back his left, "I'll teach you once for all to be impudent to me. Take that!"

The Spider quickly moved his head six inches to one side without changing his expression. "Slower'n I sized you up to be," he grinned. And then the inevitable happened. Down and up. Down and up.

Then down and out, and hazing was all over in North Entry.

Usually when a boy was hazed much his need was great. These last two cases were merely exceptions to prove the rule, and I have yet to hear of a graduate regretting that he was hazed. But I have recalled these bits of history chiefly to show you