Just the same, I am sorry
you bet," said Dick.
"I'm going to treat the boys as soon as I get the chance," went on
Powell. "Six dollars will buy a whole lot of ice cream and cake, not to
mention soda and candy and peanuts." And then he began to hum to
himself:
"Peanuts and candy and raspberry ice,
Chocolate cake, and all that's nice,
Ev'ry student can come if he will,
And ev'ry student can eat his fill!"
"I believe you'd sing at a funeral," said Dick, laughing.
"I wouldn't sing at my own funeral," answered Powell, and stalked off,
humming as gayly as ever.
The remainder of the day passed quietly enough, although by the
whispering in various tents it was easy to see that something unusual
was in the air.
"Hazing to-night, as sure as guns," said Major Larry to one of the
officers.
"Shall we arrest the hazers"? asked the officer, with a twinkle in his
eye.
"You must obey orders," answered the youthful major, non-committally,
since he had given no orders on the subject.
He could well remember his first year in camp, when he had been dragged
from his cot at midnight, almost stripped, and thrown into a brook of
icy spring water, and then made to run over a rough road in his bare
feet for half a mile, "just to warm up," as the hazers told him. It
was rough sport, not to be approved, but "boys will be boys," and it
is practically impossible to stop hazing even in the highest of our
institutions of learning.
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