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 of a mile away or did not see him at all. After that everybody, whether friends of his or not, took it up like a war cry. Even under-classmen joined in who did not know him, except by sight as a man who looked stuck on himself. On the way to lectures, coming back from the club or at the close of baseball practice, some one would think to shout, "Hello, Chesty Chisholm"; then some one else, then every one would echo it. After Senior singing the front campus sounded like a riot. No one had anything against him, you know, but it seemed worth while to join in the chorus.

He stood it pretty well for a while; smiled and went on about his business, swinging his shoulders; but eventually it got on his nerves. He wondered why they did it; hadn't thought much about himself before; and decided that there must be something queer about him. He tried to keep out of the way as much as possible; stuck to his room—even there he could hear them yell when any one in the crowd thought to start it going. Came late to his meals. If they