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It was a battered but happy Jimmy who sat in his room the following Monday
afternoon, striving to concentrate his mind upon a college text-book which
should, by all the laws of fiction, have been 'well thumbed,' but in reality,
possessed unruffled freshness which belied its real age.
"
I wish," mused Jimmy, "that I could have got to the bird who invented
mathematics before he inflicted all this unnecessary anguish upon an already
unhappy world. In about three rounds I could have saved thousands from the
sorrow which I feel every time I open this blooming book."
He was still deeply engrossed in the futile attempt of accomplishing in an hour
that for which the college curriculum set aside several months when there came
sounds of approaching footsteps rapidly ascending the stairway. His door was
unceremoniously thrown open, and there appeared one of those strange
apparitions which is the envy and despair of the small-town youth--a naturally
good-looking young fellow, the sartorial arts of whose tailor had elevated his
waist-line to his arm-pits, dragged down his shoulders, and caved in his front
until he had the appearance of being badly dished from chin to knees. His
trousers appeared to have been made for a man with legs six inches longer than
his, while his hat was evidently several sizes too large, since it would have
entirely extinguished his face had it not been supported by his ears.
"
Hello, Kid!" cried Jimmy. "What's new?"
"
Whiskers wants you," replied the other. "Faculty meeting. They just got through
with me."
"Hell!" muttered Jimmy feelingly. "I don't know what Whiskers wants with me,
but he never wants to see anybody about anything pleasant."
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