thirty-seven-cent

Updated: August 23, 2026

He had thrown a brick at a Sophomore who was trying to catch him and dye his hair the Sophomore colors, and the brick had annihilated one of the city's precious thirty-seven-cent street lights. Petey had gone to the works for ten days, leaving a new dress suit that hadn't been dedicated and unlimited woe among the girls, for he was a Class A fusser. Petey was non-committal about his insanity.

George Fitch - At Good Old Siwash