the sophomores, when they saw how things were going,
set up a yell, but Griffin struck out and sent one of them flying one
way and his hat another, so the yells ended. Howe and Murray Stuart
took me up to their rooms, and Ruff went off for beefsteak for my eye,
and treated the crowd who had come to the rescue, at Dixon's, to beer.
The next day was Saturday, and as there was to be a meeting of the
Athletic Association, of course, I wanted to show up. The fellows all
looked at my eye pretty hard and said nothing. I felt pretty sure that
the sympathy was all with me.

Four men are elected from the college to be on the athletic committee.
They can be nominated by any one, though generally it is done by a man
in their own class. We had agreed the day before to vote for Tolman
for our class, so when the president announced nominations were in
order for the freshmen class, Tolman was instantly nominated. At the
same time one of the leading sophomores jumped up and nominated Mr.
Davis, and a number of men from the same class seconded it. I knew
every one in the college knew of what had happened, and especially the
sophomores, so I was, of course, very much surprised. I looked
unconscious, though, and waited. One of the seniors asked that the
nominees should stand up, as they didn't know their names only their
faces. As each man rose he was hissed and groaned down again. When I
stood up the sophomores burst into a yell and clapped and stamped,
yelling, "Davis! Davis! vote for D!" until I sat down. As I had
already decided to nominate Tolman, I withdrew my name from the
nominees, a movement which was received by loud cries of "No! No!"
from the sophs. So, you see, Dad, I did as you said, as I thought was
right, and came out well indeed. You see, I am now the hero of the
hour, every one in town knows it, and every one congratulates me, and,
"Well done, me boy," as Morrow '83 said, seems to be the idea, one gets
taken care of in this world if you do what's the right thing, if it is
only a street fight. In fact, as one of the seniors said, I've made
five friends where I had one before. The sophs are ashamed and sorry,
as their conduct in chapel, which was more marked, than I made it,
shows. I've nothing to show for it but a red mark under the eye, and
so it is the best thing that could possibly have happened. Poor Ruff
hugged me all the way home, and I've started out well in a good way, I
think, though not a very