ot get on for a
minute or two.

"What's the ass giggling for?" "Get on, get on," and so forth, were some
of the comments that greeted him.

"'Hints on Fashion,'" read Plunger. "'A fresher of the Third'--ho,
ho!--'is prepared to give hints on the correct style in trousers, spats,
and white waistcoats. How they should be worn, and why.'--Ho, ho! Hold
me up.--'References exchanged and given--through the matron--preferably
by carte-de-visite.' Ho, ho! Hold me up."

Plunger's eyebrows disappeared into his thatch of hair, and he laughed
till he was black in the face, while all eyes went to poor Harry
Moncrief, who devoutly wished that the ground might open and he might
sink through.

"Is that all, Plunger?" inquired Arbery. "Get on to the next paragraph,
or you'll choke."

"I couldn't get any farther for laughter," explained Plunger. "I thought
you fellows would like that little tit-bit, so I rushed in here." He
took up the paper again, and glanced at the next item. "This seems
rather a good bit. 'Lost, stolen, or strayed. Missing Link from the
Third. Last seen in all his native beauty on--on----"

Plunger came to an abrupt pause, hummed and hawed, and began to look
exceedingly uncomfortable.

"'Last seen in all his native beauty----' Well, Plunger, what are you
stopping for now?" cried Leveson. "If you can't read it yourself, hand
over the _Record_ to some one who can."

"Shan't; it's my paper, and I'm not going to hand it over to any
one--see," answered Plunger defiantly, putting the paper behind his
back.

"Well, read on," shouted Arbery. "We're dying to hear who the Missing
Link can be."

"You'd better get a paper of your own, then; I'm not going to read any
more of the trash."

"Thought it was a slashing number? What's come over you, Freddy?" asked
Baldry.

"Shut up--oh!"

The exclamation came from Plunger as he felt the paper snatched from
behind him by Leveson; then, as he tried to regain possession of it, his
arms were pinioned behind him by one of the Fifth Form boys.

"Oh, oh, just listen!" laughed Leveson, "and see if you can guess why
Plunger put the brake on. 'Lost, stolen, or strayed. Missing Link from
the Third. Last seen in all his native beauty in the Forum. Believed to
have hidden himself in a box so as to escape the notice of his
pursuers.'"

There was an outburst of laughter, as all eyes went to Plunger, who was
making furious efforts to get away.

"When it's a question of beauty, t