ph, make my order a chop instead of those ham and eggs."

"Yah!"

"And, Adolph."

"Yes, sir."

"I want a glass of milk, with a squirt of vichy in it. Don't forget."

"Nein, I vunt!"

"And speed up, Adolph, we're all in a hurry."

"Shure. You vos allvays in a hurry!"

The German waiter scurried away. How he ever remembered it all is one of
the mysteries that one day may be solved. But he never forgot, and never
made a mistake.

The boys were seated at a table in one of the small rooms of Kelly's.
They stretched out their legs and took their ease, for they felt they
had earned a little relaxation.

About them in other rooms, in small recesses made by the high-backed
seats, were other students. There was a calling back and forth.

"Hello, Spike!"

"Stick out your head, Bender!"

"Over here, Buster--here's room!"

"There's Bunk now!"

You could not tell who was saying what or which, nor to whom, any more
than I can. Hence the rather disjointed style of the preceding. But you
know what I mean, for you must have been there yourself. If not, I beg
of you to get into some such place where "good fellows," in the truest
sense of the word, meet together. For where they congregate it is always
"good weather," no matter if it snows or hails, or even if the stormy
winds do blow--do blow--do blow!

But at last a measure of quietness settled down in Kelly's, and the
chatter of voices was succeeded by the clatter of knives and forks.

Then came a reaction--a time when one settled back on one's bench, the
first tearing edge of the appetite dulled. It was at this time that Tom
Hatfield, leaning over to Andy, said:

"And so you are going to Yale?"

"Yes, I've made up my mind."

"Well, I congratulate you. It's a grand old place. Wish I was with you."

"Say, Andy!" piped up Chet Anderson, "if you go to Yale you'll meet an
old friend of yours there."

"Who, for the love of bacon?"

"Mortimer Gaffington!"

Andy's knife fell to his plate with a clash that caused the other diners
to look up hurriedly.

"Mortimer Gaffington!" gasped our hero. "For cats' sake! That's so. I
forgot he went to Yale! Oh, wow! Well, it can't be helped. I've made my
choice!"

CHAPTER IV

THE PICTURE SHOW

Andy's chums looked curiously at him. Chet's chance remark had brought
back to them the memory of the old enmity between Andy Blair and
Mortimer Gaffington, the rich young "sport" of Dunmore. It was an enmity
that had hap