"I move we adjourn," he said in a loud voice.
"Second the motion," said Foster Bennett quickly. The motion was put and
instantly carried, and the class passed out from the room.
"It was anything to shut up Peter John," Foster explained to Will as he
joined his room-mate. "Did you ever see the like?"
"I never did," laughed Will. "I feel almost guilty to be acting as
secretary for the class. If we had ten other offices to vote upon, I
believe Peter John would have made the first nomination for every one."
"He certainly is the freshest freshman in the whole bunch."
"Yes, he doesn't know enough to know that he doesn't know, and that's
about as far down as a fellow can go in his ignorance, you know."
"What shall we do for him?"
"Nothing."
"But he'll have trouble."
"Sure."
"I'd hate to see him catch it too hard."
"You can't save him, Foster. He's got to learn his lesson. The idea of
his being on his feet so much to-day."
"Well, he helped us to some good officers anyway, I'll say that much for
him," laughed Foster. "But if he made such an impression on our class,
what'll he do for the sophomores?"
"You'd better be thinking about what they'll do for him.
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