"No girls; no tender promenades!" grumbled Midshipman Dalzell.
"Poor old chap," muttered Dave sympathetically.
"Oh, that's all right for you," grunted Dan.

"You have one of the 'only' girls, and so you're safe." "There are more 'only' girls than you've any idea of, Dan Dalzell," Dave retorted with spirit.

"The average American girl is a mighty fine, sweet, wholesome proposition." "I'll grant that," nodded Dan, with a knowing air.

"But I've made an important discovery concerning the really fine girls." "Produce the discovery," begged Darrin.

"The really fine girl," announced Dan, in a hollow voice, "prefers some other fellow to me." "Well, I guess that'll be a fine idea for you to nurse---until after graduation," reflected Darrin aloud.