this song?"

It was Ned Lowe who spoke. He sat in one of the rooms belonging to the
Rovers. On his knee rested a mandolin which he had been strumming
furiously for the past ten minutes.

"Sure we've heard it, Ned!" cried Andy. "What is it?"

"For gracious sake, Ned! why don't you let up?" cried Fred, who was in
the next room trying his best to study. "How in the world is a fellow
going to do an example in algebra with you singing about good times on
the old plantation?"

"That is right, Ned. Why don't you sing about good times in the
classroom when Asa Lemm is there?"

"Gee Christopher! what's the use of your throwing cold water on this
camp meeting?" came from Walt Baxter, who sat on the edge of the bed
munching an apple.

"Really, it's a shame the way you young gentlemen attempt to choke off
Ned's efforts to please this congregation!" exclaimed Spouter Powell,
who sat in an easy chair with his feet resting on the edge of a
chiffonier. "Now, when a man's soul is overflowing with harmony, and
beautiful thoughts are coursing through his cranium, and he is doing his
utmost to bring pleasure----"

"Wow! Spouter is at it again! Somebody choke him off!" cried Randy, and
catching up a pillow, he threw it at the head of the cadet who loved to
make long speeches.

"Say, fellows, why won't some of you let me get a word in edgeways?"
came from Dan Soppinger, who stood with his back against the door
leading to the hall. "I've been wanting to ask you a question for the
last ten minutes. Who of you can tell me the names of the fifth, tenth,
and fifteenth presidents of our country?"

"Oh, baby!" wailed Andy, throwing up his hands in comic despair. "Dan is
worse than either Spouter or Ned."

"I thought you were going to put a padlock on that question box of
yours, Dan," remarked Fred.

"I'll bet there isn't one of you can answer my question," retorted Dan
Soppinger.

"Sure! I can answer it!" returned Andy readily. "What was that question?
Who was the first laundryman in Chicago?"

"No; I said, who were the fifth, the tenth, and the fifteenth----"

"Oh! I remember now--the fifth, tenth and fifteenth discoverers of the
North Pole. That's easy, Dan. The fifth was Julius Caesar, the tenth,
Benjamin Frank----"

"See here! I didn't say a word about the North Pole discoverers!"
ejaculated the Human Question Box. "I said the fifth, tenth and
fifteenth----"

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