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ANDY AT YALE

CHAPTER I

A HORSE-WHIPPING

"Come on, Andy, what are you hanging back for?"

"Oh, just to look at the view. It's great! Why, you can see for twenty
miles from here, right off to the mountains!"

One lad stood by himself on the summit of a green hill, while, a little
below, and in advance of him, were four others.

"Oh, come on!" cried one of the latter. "View! Who wants to look at a
view?"

"But it's great, I tell you! I never appreciated it before!" exclaimed
Andy Blair. "You can see----!"

"Oh, for the love of goodness! Come on!" came in protest from the
objecting speaker. "What do we care how far we can see? We're going to
get something to eat!"

"That's right! Some of Kelly's good old kidney stew!"

"A little chicken for mine!"

"I'm for a chop!"

"Beefsteak on the grill!"

Thus the lads, waiting for the one who had stopped to admire the fine
view, chanted their desires in the way of food.

"Come on!" finally called one in disgust, and, with a half sigh of
regret, Andy walked on to join his mates.

"What's getting into you lately?" demanded Chet Anderson, a bit
petulantly. "You stand mooning around, you don't hear when you're spoken
to, and you don't go in for half the fun you used to."

"Are you sick? Or is it a--girl?" queried Ben Snow, laughing.

"Both the same!" observed Frank Newton, cynically.

"Listen to the old dinkbat!" exclaimed Tom Hatfield. "You'd think he
knew all about the game! You never got a letter from a girl in your
life, Frank!"

"I didn't, eh? That's all you know about it," and Frank made an
unsuccessful effort to punch his tormentor.

"Well, if we're going on to Churchtown and have a bit of grub in
Kelly's, let's hoof it!" suggested Chet. "You can eat; can't you, Andy?
Haven't lost your appetite; have you, looking at that blooming view?"

"No, indeed. But you fellows don't seem to realize that in another month
we'll never see it again, unless we come back to Milton for a visit."

"That's right!" agreed Ben Snow. "This _is_ our last term at the old
school! I'll be sorry to leave it, in a way, even though I do expect to
go to college."

"Same here," came from Tom. "What college are you going to, Ben?"

"Hanged if I know! Dad keeps dodging from one to another. He's had all
the catalogs for the last month, studying over 'em like a fellow going
up for his first exams. Sometimes it's Cornell, and then he