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 the chairman of the committee took out his pipe and said: "Are we going to let muckers come to this place and ride over us and knock people down [A voice: "Well, hardly!"], and be bullied into meek, child-like obedience by the Faculty? [Loud voices: "No! not on your life."] Then I say, pass this resolution." He sat down.

"Beautiful speech, Billy," laughed the man next to him, and pounded him on the back.

Then a modest, hard-working fellow whom few knew, named Horatio Stacy—called Poler Stacy by his classmates—arose and said in a self-conscious manner that he did "not agree with the words of the last speaker nor with the purport of the resolutions." He reminded them of their duty as members of a Christian college, spoke with horror of bloodshed, and advised them to obey the commands of "our honored President."

They did not jokingly interrupt him; they kept coldly quiet. Stacy was a good man, and respected by the more sensible element; but he had no tact. What he said was all right,