A minute longer he lay without moving, his hands clinched.

Then he sprang to his feet and gave his clothes a tentative pat.
"I'm very damn wet!" he said aloud to the sun-dial.
***** HISTORICAL The war began in the summer following his freshman year.

Beyond a sporting interest in the German dash for Paris the whole affair failed either to thrill or interest him.

With the attitude he might have held toward an amusing melodrama he hoped it would be long and bloody.

If it had not continued he would have felt like an irate ticket-holder at a prize-fight where the principals refused to mix it up.
That was his total reaction.
***** "HA-HA HORTENSE!" "All right, ponies!" "Shake it up!" "Hey, ponies--how about easing up on that crap game and shaking a mean hip ?" "Hey, _ponies!_" The coach fumed helplessly, the Triangle Club president, glowering with anxiety, varied between furious bursts of authority and fits of temperamental lassitude, when he sat spiritless and wondered how the devil the show was ever going on tour by Christmas.
"All right.