was grateful for the experience that he had gained by it. So when Charlie said in a matter-of-fact way, Say, Rawson, I suppose you'll be down to the gym tomorrow to get measured for your uniform?" James smiled. "I'll think about it," he replied. "Straight goods, sure," affirmed Boyce as he left.

Rawson hunted up Percy and George. "Get any notices?" asked the latter.

"Yes, one; though it's a double header Latin 6 and 7."

"Good enough! You'll work that off all right next January. I've got one, also. In that confounded English 14. I tell you that's no pipe. I can't just get it through my nut, anyway, what a fellow in the Mining College wants of English 14."

Rawson told his friends what Boyce had said about getting measured for a military uniform and Percy advised, "That's a good thing to keep away from, Jim. They strip you, give you a cold shower, put you through a lock-step, and lots of other stunts. However, we'll take it in as spectators."

Next day the freshmen signed the roll. After filling out an elaborate blank, descriptive of himself and his family, and paying his diploma fee, Rawson became the proud possessor of a blue card which recommended him for admission to the university.

After this the freshmen registered (selected their studies) for the first half year. There had been a great deal of talk among them about this; discussions as to what studies were prerequisites in such and such college; what were the best courses to take and what the easiest—“snaps”—

these latter. And we may be sure that a great deal of misinformation was exchanged. For this matter of choice of subjects and of courses is one that very few get straightened out in their freshman year, no matter how much it has been talked of before. It takes a great deal of discussion among students and between students and professors before, from the intricate and bewildering display of courses in the register, the student can select just the right ones those that he has to have to graduate and those elective courses that are best. And need it be said that some go through college without having taken many of the latter class?

The freshmen had not much freedom in the selection of courses. Registered in a certain college, one has to perform specified prerequisite work in the first two years. Rawson was registered in the College of Social Sciences, and he determined to take up the prerequisite work exactly as required. The question with him was, how much could he take and still do enough outside work to support himself? Eighteen hours of recitation a week he learned was the limit allowed by the faculty.

"Do you think I will be able to take eighteen hours, Percy?" he asked.

"Easily, if you were not going to work outside.

I don't see how you can if you are. You'll have to find your job first in order to be able to see just how much study you can do."

"Well, I haven't had time to look for it, and I must register today."

"Here is my advice, then register for fifteen hours. Keep that up regularly for eight terms, and you'll have just

enough to graduate. You are supposed to give two hours to preparation for each hour of recitation. Some things will come easier; maybe some will come harder. So let's say that you average forty-five hours of college work a week. Say, seven and one-half hours a day, leaving out Sunday. That gives you all the way from five to seven for outside work. You ought to be able to earn your keep in that time and still have a little left over for recreation. But don't register for any half-past eight or one o'clock courses, as you'll probably not be able to make them."

"That seems right," replied James, as he thanked Percy. And he took his friend's advice.

Instruction for freshmen was to begin on the following day. After having registered in the morning, James was strolling down the main path with his two friends, when, glancing over in the direction of the gymnasium, he saw a line of students drawn up, having decidedly the appearance of an awkward squad. In front of them stood a student in the military uniform of an officer. His black plug hat showed him to be a senior. He carried a cane. Rawson had forgotten what Boyce had told him about being measured for a uniform. Now he recollected, and thought that this might be the ceremony. "Let's go over and see what's doing," he suggested. They crossed the campus to the gym.

"Now, freshmen," the senior was saying, "as you may know, each year we take squads of you out to test you for drill. Then you get measured for your uniforms up in the armory. Now, right face, forward march!" The freshmen (eight of them) looked a little incredulous and hesitated, but the senior stamped and waved his cane,