Now, up with Dick Prescott! On your shoulders! Give him the High School yell!" Before he could even dodge, this High School freshman found himself going up in the air.

With all consideration for his injured hand the upper classmen rushed him out of the school grounds, onto the street, holding him aloft in the post of honor.

The other boys followed.

Even the few girls followed, waving their handkerchiefs, while a lusty roar went up: "T-E-R-R-O-R-S! Wa-ar! Fam-ine! Pesti-lence! That's us! That's us! G-R-I-D-L-E-Y---H.S.

Rah! rah! rah! rah! _Gri-idley_!" "What's all that racket back there ?" asked Clara Deane, turning at the head of the street.