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The Debating Club.
"Look here, old man, we ought to have a meeting.

Holidays are over, and we must brace up and attend to business," said Frank to Gus, as they strolled out of the schoolyard one afternoon in January, apparently absorbed in conversation, but in reality waiting for a blue cloud and a scarlet feather to appear on the steps.
"All right.

When, where, and what ?" asked Gus, who was a man of few words.
"To-night, our house, subject, 'Shall girls go to college with us ?' Mother said we had better be making up our minds, because every one is talking about it, and we shall have to be on one side or the other, so we may as well settle it now," answered Frank, for there was an impression among the members that all vexed questions would be much helped by the united eloquence and wisdom of the club.
"Very good; I'll pass the word and be there.

Hullo, Neddy! The D.C.
meets to-night, at Minot's, seven sharp.