Publisher's Synopsis
"Hi, there! you big Freshman, take off your hat-yes, we're talking to you-take off your hat to the class above you-stop, don't try to get by, my sober-faced young friend. That would not be nice of you." At first the Freshman did not understand that he was the one addressed, and, when he did, his first startled impulse was to hurry by and pretend not to notice them. But he could not now; the walk was blocked by this group of four fellows who were now calmly smiling at him in an amused way, as if he were a curious child, though really he was as old as any of them. The only way he could avoid them was by turning back toward the street, and this he would not do. So he stood his ground and looked straight back at them.
