The two candidates for the freshman presidency shook hands, Paul without enthusiasm, Livingston heartily.
"Congratulations, of course," murmured the former.
"Thank you," answered the president.

"You're very generous.

After all, I dare say you've got the best of it, for you'll have the satisfaction of knowing that if the fellows had chosen you you would have done much better than I shall.

However, I hope we'll be friends, Mr.Gale." Livingston's smile was undeniably winning, and Paul was forced to return it.
"You're very good," he answered quite affably.

"I hope we will." Livingston nodded, smiled again, and turned to Cowan.
"Well, they tell me you fellows are in for desperate deeds this year," he said.
"How's that ?" asked Cowan.
"Aren't you in on the sophomore councils?
Why, I'm told that if the freshmen don't give up the dinner plan I'm to be kidnaped." "How'd you hear--" began Cowan.