ing it over with a benign smile. "Many a time has
'Mazuka' done good service for this frat! You will understand," the
freshmen heard him say, "that an indecorous smile on any of your faces
will immediately call for three strokes from 'Mazuka,'" and he waved the
carpet beater threateningly, "and for disobedience you will get five. We
will now proceed to business. 'Captain' Jordan and 'Parson' Graves,
please step forward ... Blindfold the eyes of those two, Frank," Hall
ended, addressing one of his classmates near him.

He turned to a group of his companions--and after whispering with them,
came back saying aloud--"that's a good one to begin with."

Directing his eyes upon Jordan, he said:

"Down upon the floor and scramble like an egg, Captain."

A titter came from Billy Dillon.

"Duck that fresh chicken for laughing," shouted Hall, "and give him
three strokes of the 'Mazuka.'"

A sophomore brought a pail of cold water, and two other students,
grasping the little fellow, immersed his curly head in it. They then
stood him on his feet and laid the carpet beater three times across his
back. Billy almost wished he had not chosen the fraternity life, but the
others were suffering with him, which made it easier than if he had been
alone.

Meanwhile Dan Jordan was industriously trying to imitate a cooking egg.

"Scramble, Captain, scramble," cried a sophomore, prodding Jordan with a
stick.

"Cook the 'Parson,' too," shouted some one, and Frederick was ordered to
follow the movements of his friend.

A faint flush mounted to the broad brow of the minister's son and he
hesitated.

"Bring the 'Mazuka,'" commanded Hall, and the eager sophomore rushed up
with the persuader.

"Scramble, you," he roared, waving the carpet beater dangerously near
Frederick's head, and down beside his strapping friend dropped the
dignified Frederick--two more long legs, and two more heavy arms were
wiggling over the floor.

"Those eggs are burning, give them some grease," suggested a senior from
his seat near the wall.

An agile, willing sophomore snatched a bucket of water and emptied its
contents over the two floundering giants. As the icy bath submerged the
freshmen, Dan Jordan, sputtering and gasping, bounded to his feet.

"Five strokes of the 'Mazuka' for the 'Captain,'" shouted the delighted
Manchester waving the carpet beater, "he got up without permission."

Three students held Jordan fast and the little sophomore, dancing wit