"Sure," said Carl encouragingly; "it's easy. Now there's nothing to do
till to-morrow until eight forty-five when we attend chapel to the glory
of the Lord. I think I'll pray to-morrow; I may need it. Christ! I hate
to study."

"Me, too," Hugh lied. He really loved books, but somehow he couldn't
admit the fact, which had suddenly become shameful, to Carl. "Let's go
to the movies," he suggested, changing the subject for safety.

"Right-o!" Carl put on his freshman cap and flung Hugh's to him. "Gloria
Nielsen is there, and she's a pash baby. Ought to be a good fillum."

The Blue and Orange--it was the only movie theater in town--was almost
full when the boys arrived. Only a few seats near the front were still
vacant. A freshman started down the aisle, his "baby bonnet" stuck
jauntily on the back of his head.

"Freshman!"... "Kill him!"... "Murder the frosh!" Shouts came from all
parts of the house, and an instant later hundreds of peanuts shot
swiftly at the startled freshman. "Cap! Cap! Cap off!" There was a panic
of excitement. Upper-classmen were standing on their chairs to get free
throwing room. The freshman snatched off his cap, drew his head like a
scared turtle down into his coat collar, and ran for a seat. Hugh and
Carl tucked their caps into their coat pockets and attempted to stroll
nonchalantly down the aisle. They hadn't taken three steps before the
bombardment began. Like their classmate, they ran for safety.

Then some one in the front of the theatre threw a peanut at some one in
the rear. The fight was on! Yelling like madmen, the students stood on