SENIOR. Have a cigarette, won't you?

SOPHOMORE. Thanks, no; I 've sworn off.

JUNIOR. By George, is that so! !

FRESHMAN (wearily). I wish to goodness that I could swear off of cigarettes; I believe that they 're worse than cigars.

JUN. (struck by a bright idea). Well, I believe that the paper hurts you.

OMNES. Yes, that 's so.

SOPH. (with an ill-concealed look of satisfaction).

Well, it was pretty hard work for the first week or so, but now I don't mind it at all.

SEN. (after a pause). You fellers been in to see "Our Boys"?

FRESH. (enthusiastically). Yes, I have; it's mighty good, is n't it?

JUN. Well, yes, very fair; I don't think that it would amount to much without Lillian Conway.

SOPH. (with an air of ennui). I used to go to the theatre a good deal in my Freshman year, but I don't care anything about it now.

(FRESHMAN looks around uneasily. Finally, after another pause, all but the SENIOR rise to go.)

SEN. Don't tear yourselves away.

JUN., SOPH., and FRESH. (together). Well, I guess I 'll have to be going.

SEN. Come in again.

CHORUS (from the entry). Thanks, I will.

(Scene closes.)