Holworthy Hall

“ I don't know much about work, and you don't apparently know much about anything else, so we ought to make a whale of a good team. We'll have to even up somehow. The team needs infielders like blue blazes—you know that!—and it's a blamed shame for a man like you to sit down at a typewriter and grind out press stuff, when a man like me hasn't anything to do but wait around until it's time to eat again! ”

“ You ought to be mighty well ashamed of yourself. There's a man like Phil Smith working his way through, and paying his debts like an honest man, and you've got a couple of thousand allowance, and owe money like a railroad! ”

“ His heart had cried out in sympathy for an athlete who couldn't afford to play baseball, and his heart had made certain representations of a very specific nature, but his intellect held no news of sufficient importance to justify the invitation he had so spontaneously extended. ”

“ And whether we use the rooms or not, we'll send the check—both checks, just the same. In other words, so that nobody will try to get funny with this contract, we intend the Show Rooms to draw down sixty dollars of our money every month, and the Crime is to get three half pages of space, even if by and by freezes over. We mean business!'—is that legal enough for you, Mr. Phelps?"
The representative, convulsed with laughter, affixed his name to the remarkable document.
"And now," he chuckled, "suppose we do a little advertising in your college paper, anyway? ”

“ Next year he'd be first assistant, and have four shares, and senior year, when he's manager, he'd get away with eleven or twelve hundred dollars if the paper has good business."
"It's a very disgusting way you have of splitting up profits on the Crime," complained McHenry. "Very too much professional. You ought to hoard it up, like the Lampoon, and build an idiotic building that nobody uses." ”

“ What's on your mind?"
"Only my cap," admitted McHenry, removing it thoughtfully. "Look here, Wilcox; who's the animated hatpin covering the Chinese situation out in your front parlor?"
"Chinese situation?" repeated Wilcox, in grave doubt.
"Yes. Good-looking chap with lots of legs under him."
"Oh, that's Phil Smith. He's scribe for a couple of New York newspapers. What's the matter with him?"
"You ought not to let those insects clutter up your factory," reproved McHenry, finding a chair, and taking possession of it. "He gives me the willies. ”

“ This is a unique institution, Mr. Smith—I mean, Mr. Phelps. You ought to be wise enough to see that a couple of undergraduates can't get such a frightful lot of credit in Cambridge. If we don't pay the rent by the fifth of the month, for instance, we'll get shot out of here so fast that we'll land in Somerville ahead of the dynamite. We've got to have the check in advance. Also the check for advertising. Phil, give him a Crime rate card."
"I've got one," said Mr. Phelps shortly. "Now about a lease—a contract."
For the first time, McHenry looked nonplused. ”

“ I can't even play bean bag myself—but it must be perfect Hades to want to play ball and not be able to."
"That's mighty decent of you," conceded Smith, "but—I guess I'll have to get along the best way I can. There's no particular reason for you to worry about my troubles. ”

“ This joint ought to make money on the rent alone, and if the advertising these fellows will do doesn't get you that assistant managership, I'll—I'll eat my hat! Remember this, though—a lot of 'em like Phelps will think you're an easy mark because you're in college. Don't let 'em scare you. Take a tip from Pepper—go after 'em! They can't afford not to use us! Do you think any reputable house would dare to send a salesman out here to hang around a drug store and show samples on the prescription desk, when there's a place like this in town? ”