Frank was there, with Inza, Elsie, and Winnie, together with Mrs.Hodge and Inza's invalid father, Bernard Burrage.
"As in life, the good and the evil mingle," sighed Dismal Jones, as his eyes fell on Jim Hooker and other honorable sophomores who were marching in close proximity to the Chickering set.

"The wheat grows up with the tares, and the result is an everlasting bobbery." "There will be tears in your wardrobe if you don't quit walking on me!" squeaked Bink Stubbs.
"Climb up on a chair," advised Danny, who had already taken his own advice, and was thus able to look down into the campus without stretching his neck until he was in danger of converting himself into a dromedary.

"It's just great!" "Can't be anything great for me that holds that Chickering crowd!" Browning grumbled.
"Isn't the campus beautiful!" was Inza's enthusiastic exclamation.
It was, indeed, beautiful, for the fresh, tender green of the elms was brought out with marvelous distinctness by the brilliant lights.
"They're kuk-kuk-kicking up an awful dud-dud-dud-dust!" stuttered Gamp, pushing forward for a better view.
"Dust assume to crowd in front of me, base varlet ?" questioned Bruce.
"I'll forgive you if you'll just take off your tall head and hold it under your arm!" "I s'pose naow you think that's a joke!" said Gamp.
"It's more than a dust, fellows," said Merriwell.

"There is a fight on!" Certain of the sophomores had bunched together under one of the elms, and seemed to be struggling, as if in a contest.
"It looks as though they might be playing football," suggested Elsie.
Winnie Lee leaned anxiously out of the window, for in the center of that knot she had seen Buck Badger.

She had eagerly searched for him in the procession, and had but found him when that indication of a wrangle came to disturb her.
The procession seemed to be breaking up and concentrating beneath and around the elm where that struggle was taking place.