"I couldn't any more stand up there on my feet and get to spoutin' about sociology and the radical metempsychorus of the metaphysical bazoozum than I could fly a flyin' machine.

Why, I--" "Oh, that wasn't anything," Fred interrupted.

"The only one that talked like that, he was that Blickens; he's a tutor, or something, and really a member of the faculty.

Most o' the others just kind of blah-blahhed around, and what any of 'em tried to get off their chests hardly amounted to terribly much." "I don't care.

I couldn't do it at _all!_" "Well, the way it looks to me," Fred observed, "we simply _got_ to! From what they tell me, the freshmen got to do more than anybody.