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Fraternity Houses, Each Freshman Being Required To Report At Once To The
Fraternity Whose Bid He Was Accepting.
When Carl And Hugh Walked Up The Nu Delta Steps, They Were Seized By
Waiting Upper-Classmen And Rushed Into The Living-Room, Where They Were
Received With Loud Cheers, Slapped On The Back, And Passed Around The
Room, Each Upper-Classman Shaking Hands With Them So Vigorously That
Their Hands Hurt For An Hour Afterward. What Pleasant Pain! Each New
Arrival Was Similarly Received, But The Excitement Did Not Last Long.
Both The Freshmen And The Upper-Classmen Were Too Tired To Keep The
Enthusiasm At The Proper Pitch. At Nine O'clock The Freshmen Were Sent
Home With Orders To Report The Next Evening At Eight.
Carl And Hugh, Proudly Conscious Of The Pledge Buttons In The Lapels Of
Their Coats, Walked Slowly Across The Campus, Spent And Weary, But
Exquisitely Happy.
"They Bid Me On Account Of You," Carl Said Softly. "They Didn't Think
They Could Get You Unless They Asked Me, Too."
"No," Hugh Replied, "You're Wrong. They Took You For Yourself. They Knew
You Would Go Where I Did, And They Were Sure That I Would Go Their Way."
Hugh Was Quite Right. The Nu Deltas Had Felt Sure Of Both Of Them And
Had Not Rushed Them Harder Because They Were Too Busy To Waste Any Time
On Certainties.
Carl Stopped Suddenly. "God, Hugh," He Exclaimed. "Just Suppose I Had
Offered The Alpha Sigs That Cash. God!"
"Aren't You Glad You Didn't?" Hugh Asked Happily.
"Glad? Glad? Boy, I'm Bug-House. And," He Added Softly, "I Know The Lad
I've Got To Thank."
"Aw, Go To Hell."
The Initiation Season Lasted Two Weeks, And The Neophytes Found That The
Dormitory Initiations Had Been Merely Child's Play. They Had To Account
For Every Hour, And Except For A Brief Time Allowed Every Day For
Studying, They Were Kept Busy Making Asses Of Themselves For The
Delectation Of The Upper-Classmen.
In The Nu Delta House A Freshman Had To Be On Guard Every Hour Of The
Day Up To Midnight. He Was Forced To Dress Himself In Some Outlandish
Costume, The More Outlandish The Better, And Announce Every One Who
Entered Or Left The House. "Mr. Standish Entering," He Would Bawl, Or,
"Mr. Kerwin Leaving." If He Bawled Too Loudly, He Was Paddled; If He
Didn't Bawl Loudly Enough, He Was Paddled; And If There Was No Fault To
Be Found With His Bawling; He Was Paddled Anyway. Every Freshman Had To
Supply His Own Paddle, A Broad, Stout Oak Affair Sold At The Cooperative
Store At A Handsome Profit.
If A Freshman Reported For Duty One Minute Late, He Was Paddled; If He
Reported One Minute Early, He Was Paddled. There Was No End To The
Paddling. "Assume The Angle," An Upper-Classman Would Roar. The
Unfortunate Freshman Then Humbly Bent Forward, Gripped His Ankles With
His Hands--And Waited. The Worst Always Happened. The Upper-Classman
Brought The Paddle Down With A Resounding Whack On The Seat Of The
Freshman's Trousers.
"Does It Hurt?"
"Yes, Sir."
Another Resounding Whack. "_What?_"
"No--No, Sir."
"Oh, Well, If It Doesn't Hurt, I Might As Well Give You Another One."
And He Gave Him Another One.
A Freshman Was Paddled If He Forgot To Say "Sir" To An Upper-Classman;
He Was Paddled If He Neglected To Touch The Floor With His Fingers Every
Time He Passed Through A Door In The Fraternity House; He Was Paddled If
He Laughed When An Upper-Classman Told A Joke, And He Was Paddled If He
Didn't Laugh; He Was Paddled If He Failed To Return From An Errand In An
Inconceivably Short Time: He Was Paddled For Every And No Reason, But
Mainly Because The Upper-Classmen, The Sophomores Particularly, Got
Boundless Delight Out Of Doing The Paddling.
Every Night A Freshman Stood On The Roof Of The Nu Delta House And
Announced The Time Every Fifteen Seconds. "One Minute And Fifteen
Seconds After Nine, And All's Well In The Halls Of Nu Delta; One Minute
And Thirty Seconds After Nine, And All's Well In The Halls Of Nu Delta;
One Minute And Forty-Five Seconds After Nine, And All's Well In The
Halls Of Nu Delta," And So On For An Hour. Then He Was Relieved By
Another Freshman, Who Took Up The Chant.
Nightly The Freshmen Had To Entertain The Upper-Classmen, And If The
Entertainment Wasn't Satisfactory, As It Never Was, The Entertainers
Were Paddled. They Had To Run Races, Shoving Pennies Across The Floor
With Their Noses. The Winner Was Paddled For Going Too Fast--"Didn't He
Have Any Sense Of Sportsmanship?"--And The Loser Was Paddled For Going
Too Slow. Most Of The Freshmen Lost Skin Off Their Noses And Foreheads;
All Of Them Shivered At The Sight Of A Paddle. By The End Of The First
Week They Were Whispering To Each Other How Many Blisters They Had On
Their Buttocks.
It Was A Bitterly Cold Night In Late February When The Nu Deltas Took
The Freshmen For Their "Walk." They Drove In Automobiles Fifteen Miles
Into The Country And Then Left The Freshmen To Walk Back. It Was Four
O'clock In The Morning When The Miserable Freshmen Reached The Campus,
Half Frozen, Unutterably Weary, But Thankful That The End Of The
Initiation Was At Hand.
Hugh Was Thankful For Another Thing; The Nu Deltas Did Not Brand. He Had
Noticed Several Men In The Swimming-Pool With Tiny Greek Letters Branded
On Their Chests Or Thighs. The Branded Ones Seemed Proud Of Their
Permanent Insignia, But The Idea Of A Fraternity Branding Its Members
Like Beef-Cattle Was Repugnant To Hugh. He Told Carl That He Was Darn
Glad The Nu Deltas Were Above That Sort Of Thing, And, Surprisingly,
Carl Agreed With Him.
The Next Night They Were Formally Initiated. The Nu Delta House Seemed
Strangely Quiet; Levity Was Strictly Prohibited. The Freshmen Were Given
White Robes Such As The Upper-Classmen Were Wearing, The President
Excepted, Who Wore A Really Handsome Robe Of Blue And Silver.
Then They Marched Up-Stairs To The "Goat Room." Once There, The
President Mounted A Dais; A "Brother" Stood On Each Side Of Him. Hugh
Was So Much Impressed By The Ritual, The Black Hangings Of The Room, The
Fraternity Seal Over The Dais, The Ornate Chandelier, The Long Speeches
Of The President And His Assistants, That He Failed To Notice That Many
Of The Brothers Were Openly Bored.
Eventually Each Freshman Was Led Forward By An Upper-Classman. He Knelt
On The Lowest Step Of The Dais And Repeated After The President The Oath
Of Allegiance. Then One Of The Assisting Brothers Whispered To Him The
Password And Taught Him The "Grip," A Secret And Elaborate Method Of
Shaking Hands, While The Other Pinned The Jeweled Pin To His Vest.
When Each Freshman Had Been Received Into The Fraternity, The Entire
Chapter Marched In Twos Down-Stairs, Singing The Fraternity Song. The
Initiation Was Over; Carl And Hugh Were Nu Delts.
The Whole Ceremony Had Moved Hugh Deeply, So Deeply That He Had Hardly
Been Able To Repeat The Oath After The President. He Thought The Ritual
Very Beautiful, More Beautiful Even Than The Easter Service At Church.
He Left The Nu Delta House That Night Feeling A Deeper Loyalty For The
Fraternity Than He Had Words To Express. He And Carl Walked Back To
Surrey 19 In Silence. Neither Was Capable Of Speech, Though Both Of Them
Wanted To Give Expression To Their Emotion In Some Way. They Reached
Their Room.
"Well," Said Hugh Shyly, "I Guess I'll Go To Bed."
"Me, Too." Then Carl Moved Hesitatingly To Where Hugh Was Standing. He
Held Out His Hand And Grinned, But His Eyes Were Serious.
"Good Night--Brother."
Their Hands Met In The Sacred Grip.
"Good Night--Brother."
Chapter 13
To Hugh The Remainder Of The Term Was Simply A Fight To Get An
Opportunity To Study. The Old Saying, "If Study Interferes With College,
Cut Out Study," Did Not Appeal To Him. He Honestly Wanted To Do Good
Work, But He Found That The Chance To Do It Was Rare. Some One Always
Seemed To Be In His Room Eager To Talk; There Was The Fraternity Meeting
To Attend Every Monday Night; Early In The Term There Was At Least One
Hockey Or Basketball Game A Week; Later There Were Track Meets, Baseball
Games, And Tennis Matches; He Had To Attend Glee Club Rehearsals Twice A
Week; He Ran Every Afternoon Either In The Gymnasium Or On The Cinder
Path; Some One Always Seduced Him Into Going To The Movies; He Was
Constantly Being Drawn Into Bull Sessions; There Was An Occasional
Concert: And Besides All These Distractions, There Was A Fraternity
Dance, The Excitement Of Prom, A Trip To Three Cities With The Glee
Club, And Finally A Week's Vacation At Home At Easter.
Worst Of All, None Of His Instructors Was Inspiring. He Had Been
Assigned To A New Section In Latin, And In Losing Alling He Lost The One
Really Enjoyable Teacher He Had Had. The Others Were Conscientious,
More Or Less Competent, But There Was Little Enthusiasm In Their
Teaching, Nothing To Make A Freshman Eager Either To Attend Their
Classes Or To Study The Lessons They Assigned. They Did Not Make The
Acquiring Of Knowledge A Thrilling Experience; They Made It A Duty--And
Hugh Found That Duty Exceedingly Irksome.
He Attended Neither The Fraternity Dance Nor The Prom. He Had Looked
Forward Enthusiastically To The "House Dance," But After He Had, Along
With The Other Men In His Delegation, Cleaned The House From Garret To
Basement, He Suddenly Took To His Bed With Grippe. He Groaned With
Despair When Carl Gave Him Glowing Accounts Of The Dance And The
"Janes." Carl For Once, However, Was Circumspect; He Did Not Tell Hugh
All That Happened. He Would Have Been Hard Put To Explain His Own
Reticence, But Although He Thought "The Jane Who Got Pie-Eyed" Had Been
Enormously Funny, He Decided Not To Tell Hugh About Her Or The Pie-Eyed
Brothers.
No Freshman Was Allowed To Attend The Prom, But Along With The Other Men
Who Weren't "Dragging Women" Hugh Walked The Streets And Watched The
Girls. There Was A Tea-Dance At The Fraternity House During Prom Week.
Hugh Said That He Got A Great Kick Out Of It, But, As A Matter Of Fact,
He Remained Only A Short Time; There Was A Hectic Quality To Both The
Girls And The Talk That Confused Him. For Some Reason He Didn't Like The
Atmosphere; And He Didn't Know Why. His Excuse To The Brothers And To
Himself For Leaving Early Was That He Was In Training And Not Supposed
To Dance.
Track Above All Things Was Absorbing His Interest. He Could Hardly Think
Of Anything Else. He Lay Awake Nights Dreaming Of The Race He Would Run
Against Raleigh. Sanford Had Three Dual Track Meets A Year, But The
First Two Were With Small Colleges And Considered Of Little Importance.
Only A Point Winner In The Raleigh Meet Was Granted His Letter.
Hugh Won The Hundred In The Sophomore-Freshman Meet And In A Meet With
The Raleigh Freshmen, So That He Was Given His Class Numerals. He Did
Nothing, However, In The Raleigh Meet; He Was Much Too Nervous To Run
Well, Breaking Three Times At The Mark. He Was Set Back Two Yards And
Was Never Able To Regain Them. For A Time He Was Bitterly Despondent,
But He Soon Cheered Up When He Thought Of The Three Years Ahead Of Him.
Spring Brought First Rain And Slush And Then The "Sings." There Was A
Fine Stretch Of Lawn In The Center Of The Campus, And On Clear Nights
The Students Gathered There For A Sing, One Class On Each Side Of The
Lawn. First The Seniors Sang A College Song, Then The Juniors, Then The
Sophomores, And Then The Freshmen. After Each Song, The Other Classes
Cheered The Singers, Except When The Sophomores And Freshmen Sang: They
Always "Razzed" Each Other. Hugh Led The Freshmen, And He Never Failed
To Get A Thrill Out Of Singing A Clear Note And Hearing His Classmates
Take It Up.
After Each Class Had Sung Three Or Four Songs, The Boys Gathered In The
Center Of The Lawn,
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