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Updated: June 9, 2025
"Professor James Harkner Wallis's parents will be writing to Prexy next to say that their son can't lecture here any more if he is to be subjected to this sort of thing." "It's disgusting!" said Bonnie Connaught, feelingly. "When you've got through laughing, I wish you'd tell me what to do." "Tell Professor Phelps it was a slip of the pen."
"Expect I went in to get a drink." "It's not generally known, of course, but if it reached Prexy he'd fire you so quick your head would swim." "I dare say." The senior looked at him significantly. "You're the last man that ought to go to such places. There's such a thing as an inherited tendency." The jaw muscles stood out like ropes under the flesh of Jeff's lean face. "We'll not discuss that."
At that Neil at least I think it was Neil and Prexy I mean the President took hold of me, lifted me up like a bag of potatoes, and hurled me right at the other crowd. I went flying through the air, turning round and round and round, till I thought I'd never stop. Then there was an awful bump, I yelled 'Down! at the top of my lungs and woke up. I was on the floor."
After him came Frankling, of the Alfalfa Delts, whose father picked up bargains in railroads instead of gloves; then came Prexy, and after him the President of the United States and a few scattered celebrities, tailing down to the Mayor of Jonesville and its leading citizens mere nobodies. That's how important the outside world seemed to us.
The students fairly went mad and bit at the air. Even the Faculty got busy and Prexy dropped over to the police court to square it. He came out a minute later very white around the mouth. I don't know what Old Maledictions said to him, but it was a great sufficiency, I guess. He seemed as insulted as Lord Tennyson might have been if the milkman had pulled his whiskers.
We can't afford to have a paper like that going the rounds of the college." "I will of my own accord go to the Prexy. He is of mon père the old friend. He will not allow that such mischief should be done." Adrienne threateningly wagged her curly head, as she made this vengeful announcement. "Good for you, Imp!" lauded Judith.
There was great and universal grief in Weeping Water, where Hogboom had been held in reverent esteem. Hoggy's chum in the telegraph office simply laid himself out on that telegram. Prexy read it to me himself and wiped his eyes while he did it. He was a nice, sympathetic man, Prexy was, when he wasn't discussing cuts or scholarship. Getting the memorial meeting was so easy we hated to take it.
I've had nothing but hard words out of him all my college course, and if he can't think up something nice to say on an occasion like this I'm going to give him up." Hogboom called up Prexy and in a shaking voice read him the telegram.
"That's the girl. Her name is Bed. I want to meet her. Heard so much about her. Jane dear introduce me, there's a dar link," Judith muttered. "Someone is coming and I just hope it is Prexy or Proxy. I'll open the door wide as I can," declared the outraged Jane. She stepped over the long girl but even the tap on the door did not disturb Judith. "It's I are you up, Jane?"
But that won't be much comfort to Eleanor." When Helen had gone, Betty curled up on her couch to consider the day. "Mixed," she told the little green lizard, "part very nice and part perfectly horrid, like most days in this world, I suppose, even in your best beloved senior year. I wonder if Prexy will like the scholarship idea. I straightened out one snarl, and then I helped make a worse one.
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