author - "Grace Livingston Hill Lutz"

Like A Sudden Cloudburst The Dormitory Had Gone Into A Frenzy Of Sound.
Doors Slammed, Feet Trampled, Hoarse Voices Reverberated, Heavy Bodies
Flung Themselves Along The Corridor, The Very Electrics Trembled With
The Cataclysm. One Moment All Was Quiet With A Contented
After-Dinner-Peace-Before-Study Hours; The Next It Was As If All The
Forces Of The Earth Had Broken Forth.

Paul Courtland Stepped To His Door And Threw It Back.

"Come On, Court, See The Fun!" Called The Football Half-Back, Who Was
Slopping Along With Two Dripping Fire-Buckets Of Water.

"What's Doing?"

"Swearing-Match! Going To Make Little Stevie Cuss! Better Get In On It.
Some Fight! Tennelly Sent 'Whisk' For A Whole Basket Of Superannuated
Cackle-Berries"--He Motioned Back To A Freshman Bearing A Basket Of
Ancient Eggs--"We're Going To Blindfold Steve And Put Oysters Down His
Back, And Then Finish Up With The Fire-Hose. Oh, The Seven Plagues Of
Egypt Aren't In It With What We're Going To Do; And When We Get Done If
Little Stevie Don't Let Out A String Of Good, Honest Cuss-Words Like A
Man Then I'll Eat My Hat. Little Stevie's Got Good Stuff In Him If It
Can Only Be Brought Out. We're A-Going To Bring It Out. Then We're Going
To Celebrate By Taking Him Over To The Theater And Making Him See 'The
Scarlet Woman.' It'll Be A Little Old Miracle, All Right, If He Has Any
Of His Whining Puritanical Ideas Left In Him After We Get Through With
Him. Come On! Get On The Job!"