“I couldn't get up there,” Ramsey declared, “I couldn't stand up there before all that crowd and make a speech, or debate in a debate, to save my soul and gizzard! Why, I'd just keel right over and haf to be carried out.”
“Well, the way I understand it,” said Fred, “we can't get out of it. The seniors in the 'frat' said we had to join, and they said we couldn't resign, either, after we had joined. They said we just had to go through it, and after a while we'd get used to it and not mind it much.”
“_I_ will!” Ramsey insisted. “I couldn't any more stand up there on my feet and get to spoutin' about sociology and the radical metempsychorus of the metaphysical bazoozum than I could fly a flyin' machine. Why, I--”
“Oh, that wasn't anything,” Fred interrupted. “The only one that talked like that, he was that Blickens; he's a tutor, or something, and really a member of the faculty. Most o' the others just kind of blah-blahhed around, and what any of 'em tried to get off their chests hardly amounted to terribly much.”
“I don't care. I couldn't do it at _all!_”
“Well, the way it looks to me,” Fred observed, “we simply _got_ to! From what they tell me, the freshmen got to do more than anybody. Every other Friday night, it's all freshmen and nothin' else. You get a postal card on Monday morning in your mail, and it says 'Assignment' on it, and then it's got written underneath what you haf to do the next Friday night--oration or debate, or maybe just read from some old book or something. I guess we got to stand up there and _try_, anyway.”
“All right,” said Ramsey. “If they want me to commit suicide they can send me one o' their ole 'Assignments.' I won't need to commit suicide, though, I guess. All I'll do, I'll just fall over in a fit, and stay in it.”
And, in truth, when he received his first “Assignment,” one Monday morning, a month later, he seemed in a fair way to fulfil his prophecy. The attention of his roommate, who sat at a window of their study, was attracted by sounds of strangulation.
Fred took the card and examined it with an amazement gradually merging into a pleasure altogether too perceptible:
TWELVE-MINUTE DEBATE, CLASS OF 1918. _Subject, Resolved:_ That Germany is both legally and morally justified in her invasion of Belgium.