"Mr.
Chairman!" it cried.

"Look-a-here, Mr.Chairman! Mr.Chairman, I demand to be heard! You gotta gimme my say, Mr.Chairman! I'm a-gunna have my _say_! You look-a-here, Mr.Chairman!" Shocked by such a breach of order, and by the unseemly violence of the speaker, not only the chairman but everyone else looked there.

A short, strong figure was on its feet, gesticulating fiercely; and the head belonging to it was a large one with too much curly black hair, a flat, swarthy face, shiny and not immaculately shaven; there was an impression of ill-chosen clothes, too much fat red lip, too much tooth, too much eyeball.

Fred Mitchell, half-sorrowing, yet struggling to conceal tears of choked mirth over his roommate's late exhibition, recognized this violent interrupter as one Linski, a fellow freshman who sat next to him in one of his classes.

"What's _that_ cuss up to ?" Fred wondered, and so did others.