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Rh "That's it, Jerry Jackson!" exclaimed Sid. "Good idea."

"I'm not Jerry, I'm Joe," replied the Jersey twin.

"I'll have to take your word for it," went on Sid. "Say, you two ought to wear labels. We're always getting you mixed up."

Amid much laughter and joking a long streamer of yellow and maroon was fastened to the halyards and run up to the truck. Langridge had the colors with him, anticipating a victory.

"We ought to have a parade now," suggested Fenton. "My uncle says"

"If you say uncle again inside of a week, we'll duck you!" cried Sid as he jostled Ford to one side. "We know him by heart by this time."

"I don't believe he ever had an uncle," declared Kerr. "But come on, fellows, let's have a parade."

The idea took at once, and the victorious freshmen formed in line and marched about the college buildings, singing songs and yelling joyfully, for it had been a good, fair, clean fight, and they had won.

"Let's go to Haddonfield and get out hat bands," proposed Langridge. "We'll all be wearing them in the morning."

As discipline was rather relaxed during the first two weeks of the term and as it was the custom for the victorious class to celebrate in some way the