obody starts a move to
have any reunions. There's a good many members of the ole class that I
can stand and there's some I can't, but there's one I just won't! If we
ever did call a reunion, that ole Yocum girl would start in right away
and run the whole shebang, and that's where I'd resign! You know, Fred,
the thing _I_ think is the one biggest benefit of graduating from this
ole school? It's never seein' Dora Yocum again."

This was again his theme as he sat by the same friend's side, in the
rear row of the class at Commencement, listening to the delivery of
the Valedictory. "Thinks she's just sooblime, don't she!" he whispered
morosely. "She wouldn't trade with the President of the United States
right now. She prob'ly thinks bein' Valedictorian is more important than
Captain of the State University Eleven. Never mind!" And here his tone
became huskily jubilant. "Never mind! Just about a half-an-hour more
and that's the last o' _you_, ole girl! Yes, sir, Fred; one thing we can
feel pretty good over: this is where we get through with Dora Yocum!"

Ramsey and Fred had arranged to room together at Greenfield, the seat
of the state university, and they made the short journey in company the
following September. They arrived hilarious, anticipating pleasurable
excitements in the way of "fraternity" pledgings and initiations,
encounters with sophomores, class meetings, and elections; and, also,
they were not absolutely without interest in the matter of Girls, for
the state university was co-educational, and it was but natural to
expect in so broad a field, all new to them, a possible vision of
something rather thrilling. They whispered cheerfully of all these
things during the process of matriculation, and signed the registrar's
book on a fresh page; but when Fred had written his name under Ramsey's,
and blotted it, he took the liberty of turning over the leaf to examine
some of the autographs of their future classmates, written on the other
side. Then he uttered an exclamation, more droll than dolorous, though
it affected to be wholly the latter; for the shock to Fred was by no
means so painful as it was to his friend.

Ramsey leaned forward and read the name indicated by Fred's forefinger.

_Dora Yocum._

...When they got back to their pleasant quarters at Mrs. Meig's, facing
the campus, Ramsey was still unable to talk of anything except the
lamentable discovery; nor were his companion's burlesquing efforts to
console