l times. Of course, you can have anybody in your room you want,
but we don't want any Jews around the house. I don't see why you had to
pick him up, anyway. There's plenty of Christians in college."

"He's a first-class fellow," Hugh replied stubbornly, "and I like him. I
don't see why we have to be so high-hat about Jews and Catholics. Most
of the fraternities take in Catholics, and the Phi Thetas take in Jews;
at least, they've got two. They bid Einstein, but he turned them down;
his folks don't want him to join a fraternity. And Chubby Elson told me
that the Theta Kappas wanted him awfully, but they have a local rule
against Jews."

"That doesn't make any difference," Tucker said sharply. "We don't want
him around here. Because some of the fraternities are so damn
broad-minded isn't any reason that we ought to be. I don't see that
their broad-mindedness is getting them anything. We rate about ten times
as much as the Phi Thetas or the Theta Kappas, and the reason we do is
that we are so much more exclusive."

Hugh wanted to mention the three Nu Delta thugs, but he wisely
restrained himself. "All right," he said stubbornly, "I won't bring
Einstein around here again, and I won't bring Parker either. But I'll
see just as much of them as I want to. My friends are my friends, and
if the fraternity doesn't like them, it can leave them alone. I pledged
loyalty to the fraternity, but I'll be damned if I pledged my life to
it." He got up and started for the door, his blue eyes dark with anger.
"I hate snobs," he said viciously, and departed.

After rushing season was over, he rarely entered that fraternity house,
chumming mostly with Carl, but finding friends in other fraternities or
among non-fraternity men. He was depressed and gloomy, although his
grades for the first term had been respectable. Nothing seemed very much
worth while, not even making his letter on the track. He was gradually
taking to cigarettes, and he had even had a nip or two out of a flask
that Carl had brought to the room. He had read the "Rubaiyat," and it
made a great impression on him. He and Carl often discussed the poem,
and more and more Hugh was beginning to believe in Omar's philosophy. At
least, he couldn't answer the arguments presented in Fitzgerald's
beautiful quatrains. The poem both depressed and thrilled him. After
reading it, he felt desperate--and ready for anything, convinced that
the only wise course was to take the cash and let the