fore Joe goes there is going to be a
party for him at Semina's. I wish you could come I suppose
you have learned to dance well, of course you go to lots of
parties at Plato with all the pretty girls & forget all
about _me_.

I wish I was in Minneapolis it is pretty dull here, & such
good talks you and me had _didn't_ we!

Oh Carl dear Ray writes us you are sticking up for that
crazy Professor Frazer. I know it must take lots of courage
& I admire you _lots_ for it even if Ray doesn't but oh Carl
dear if you can't do any _good_ by it I hope you won't get
everybody talking about you without its doing any good, will
you, Carl?

I do so expect you to succeed wonderfully & I hope you won't
blast your career even to stand up for folks when it's too
late & won't do any good.

We all expect so much of you--we are waiting! You are our
knight & you aren't going to forget to keep your armor
bright, nor forget,

Yours as ever,

GERTIE.

"Mmm!" remarked Carl. "Dun'no' about this knight-and-armor business.
I'd look swell, I would, with a wash-boiler and a few more tons of
junk on. Mmm! 'Expect you to succeed wonderfully----' Oh, I don't
suppose I had ought to disappoint 'em. Don't see where I can help
Frazer, anyway. Not a bit."

The Frazer affair seemed very far from him; very hysterical.

Two of the Gang ambled in with noisy proposals in regard to a game of
poker, penny ante, but the thought of cards bored him. Leaving them in
possession, one of them smoking the Turk's best pipe, which the Turk
had been so careless as to leave in sight, he strolled out on the
street and over to the campus.

There was a light in the faculty-room in the Academic Building, yet it
was not a "first and third Thursday," dates on which the faculty
regularly met. Therefore, it was a special meeting; therefore----

Promptly, without making any plans, Carl ran to the back of the
building, shinned up a water-spout (humming "Just Before the Battle,
Mother"), pried open a class-room window with his large jack-knife, of
the variety technically known as a "toad-stabber" (changing his tune
to "Onward, Christian Soldiers"), climbed in, tiptoed through the
room, stopping often to listen, felt along the plaster walls to find
the door, eased the door open, calmly sat down in the corridor, pulled
off his shoes, said, "Ouch, it's cold on the feets!" slipped into
an