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as bad as the disciplinary committee." I looked down the road and saw a Phi Delt coming along. His clothes were wet and the curl was all out of his hair. He said something about a pool table to Charon. Charon yelled "corner pocket" and dumped him out. He wrote his name in a steel book with nitric acid and moved on, muttering something about Harrison being a Phi Delt. I felt sorry for him for you used to see him in room 11, every Friday night.
Soon a Phi Psi sauntered along the Hadelien road. He was not sea sick, as he used to boat ride a good deal at school. He brushed the yellow sulphur off his patent leathers and took the brimstone out of his mouth with some forty-rod which he had brought with him. The gate keeper drank with him, and they seemed to be real good friends. He asked which way to the chapter house, and being told moved on. He said something about wanting to give Judas the grip and see if he could not get Ariadne to wear his pin, and thereby get a pull on Bacchus. He had just left us when there was a big cloud of sulphur raised down the road and we saw a Beta having a dog fight. The Beta came out ahead and dragged the dog “Wooglin” along with him. He picked his clothes out of the dogs teeth and put them on. He looked like he had gone through a paper mill, but then dissension is an element of progress, you know. He did not seem at ease, he looked as if he was waiting to rise and be dismissed. When told “No dogs allowed” he said “Oh! Pshaw!” and added something about the finest hall in town, or something to that effect. A fraternity girl came along about this time and wanted to know if she was in time for the fireworks. Pretty soon I heard a Phi Gam down the road. He was trying to do Charon out of the toll. He told Charon to charge it and started up the road. “Line her out” he yelled. The gate keeper's face lighted up, as if he
had been expecting him. They chatted awhile, I could only catch snatches of what they were saying. "I have a pass key ___. Go you ten better. ___ Donnelly's best. ___ Jezebel, old girl, ___ Haven't got my pumps. ___ I see, I see. Will celluloid chips melt here? Have you seen Budd Weiser?" Some sulphur smoke got in my eyes then. When I cleared them he had gone to hold an inquest, I expect.
I heard a cry and looking around, saw a Sigma Chi toddling along the Sheolian road. He looked as if he was called and couldn't come. I wanted to tell him not to get lonely inside, as I knew some of the boys would be along pretty soon, but he had passed on muttering something about, "New chapter—make a name—Big Party—Where's Billy?" I turned and looked down to the river bank where a Sigma Nu had just landed. He gave Charon a mortgage on his hogs for toll and ploughed up the road. His soul was harrowed but he had a cultivated expression on his face. It was planted to plow both ways. He was eating some of his wild oats. He gave the gate keeper the Alliance grip and talked of fall wheat. His conversation was fragmentary; "Biggest chapter in school—Hard students—Principally in the South—Editor Courier—Review shares." I looked around to try and find some barbs, but they were out of sight. The vast majority of them are beating cymbals in the heavenly band. What few were there had soft snaps up in the cool. I stepped inside to see how the boys were getting along and tell the old man that Charon wanted a raise. I had progressed as far as the lake and threw Tantalus the sausage I still retained. The boss of the iron-works saw the action and poured some melted iron on me, which I found to be my room-mate's cold feet in the small of my back.
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