THE BATTALION.
3
The third night of his stay at Oldfield Cantel met Bon
ner, the president of the Freshman class. Both boys liked
each other from the first, and in two weeks they were close
friends. After the first class meeting that Cantel attended,
he came back by Bonner’s boarding house and stopped
awhile.
“Well Cantel, what do you think of our class?” asked
Bonner.
“It’s hard to say,” Cantel answered.
“Vannel says its the sorriest Freshman class that was
ever here,” Bonner said slowly. “We made a very poor
start. In the class rush against the Sophs at the beginning
of school, there were only about six Freshmen out, and the
whole class should have been there. We failed to organize a
football team, and we ought to have had a good one. I
don’t know much about hazing, but Vannel says the Sophs
are breaking the record in hazing us this year. He says
lambs couldn’t have stood it any meeker than we have. Last
year by this time there had been three class fights between
the Sophs and Freshmen. Something ought to be done, and
it is my place to take the lead, but the rest of the class won’t
follow me. For some reason they haven’t much confidence
in me. Vannel says he doesn’t believe they will follow any
body, but I believe he is wrong. A good many of the Fresh
men are getting pretty tired of the way things are running
now, A little later on it won’t be near so hard to lead them
as it is now. What is needed most now is something to hap-