"I think they're rather funny myself.
And as for their stopping the freshman dinner, why we'll wait and see.
If they try it we'll have our chance to get back at them." "R-r-revenge!" muttered South, who, with a lacrosse stick over his shoulder and an attire consisting wholly of a pair of flapping white trunks, a faded green shirt, and a pair of canvas shoes, had come out to join the lacrosse candidates.
"King suggested our getting some small posters printed in blue with just the figures ''05' on them, and pasting one on every soph's window," said Paul, "but Livingston wouldn't hear of it.

I think it would be a good game, eh ?" "Faculty'd kick up no end of a rumpus," said South.
"I haven't heard that they are doing much about these things," answered Paul.

"If the sophs can stick things around why can't we ?" "You'd better ask the Dean," suggested Neil.

"Hello, who's that chap ?" They had entered the grounds and were standing on the steps of the locker-house.

The person to whom Neil referred was just coming through the gate.