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Rh ie owned everything necessary to wear to an evening unction—at least, everything an undergraduate onsidered necessary. He did not own a dressuit, and he would have had no use for it if he had; >nly Tuxedos were worn.

He dressed with great care, tying and retying tis tie until it was knotted perfectly. When at last ie drew on his jacket, he looked himself over in the nirror with considerable satisfaction. He knew hat he was dressed right.

It hardly entered his mind that he was an exceedngly good-looking young man. Vanity was not one >f his faults. But he had good reason to be pleased nth the image he was examining for any sartorial iefects. He had brushed his sandy brown hair unil it shone; his shave had left his slender cheeks ilmost as smooth as a girl’s; his blue eyes were very >right and clear; and the black suit emphasized lis blond cleanness: it was a wholesome-looking, atractive youth who finally pulled on his top-coat and itarted happily across the campus for the Nu Delta louse.

The dance was just starting when he arrived. Fhe patronesses were in the library, a small room iff the living-room. Hugh learned later that six nen had been delegated to keep the patronesses in
 * he library and adequately entertained. The men

vorked in shifts, and although the dance lasted intil three the next morning, not a patroness got