No. 4 did n't exactly know what to do, but he finally yielded and subscribed for half a year.

The occupants of the fourteen rooms I next visited were out; at last I found a man who was at home.

"I have come round to ask you to subscribe to the Crimson; you may have seen it," I added, as I discovered that I had entered the abode of an instructor.

"Yes, I have. Take a seat. I think the way in which you young men criticise your elders is something shameful. I cannot understand how the spirit of reverence is so lacking. Your facts are often wrong. You launch out a tirade against the Faculty when the Corporation is to blame. You -"

The door closed between us before he had finished his harangue. The next person I called on was a classmate whom I knew only by sight.

"Good evening, Mr. -," he exclaimed in a pompous way, "I am exceedingly delighted to welcome you to my humble apartment. It gives me pleasure, that I cannot express with sufficient adequacy, to answer you in the affirmative."

I was soon in one of the buildings outside of the Yard, and I strayed into the room of an old friend.

"Hallo, old man!" he shouted, slapping me on the back, "subscribe? Not much; I read the Senator's copy." He called his chum "Senator" to gratify an abnormally developed fondness of nicknames. "Off? Sorry, Jack, but it 'll be all right in the spring."

I was very politely received in another room by some Freshmen of rather a different stamp from any I had seen that evening. They were a manly set of fellows, and were discussing the formation of a Lacrosse Club. When I had made known the object of my coming, and had answered a few questions of frankly expressed ignorance, one of their number offered to subscribe for the whole year, and the other seven immediately followed suit.

I tried another door, and was let in. "Good evening. I am come to ask you whether you would subscribe to the Crimson," and, mindful of my first visit, added an explanation. "It is one of the college papers you know. I have just received eight subscription from your classmates over the way."

"Excuse me, but there must be some mistake. I am a Junior." No subscription from him.

The last man I visited that night gave me his reasons for subscribing, and they seemed to be sound ones. "The boat-clubs, the ball nine, the foot-ball team, the goodies, the waiters, and the reading-room deserve some support from students, but the periodicals that discuss undergraduate thought and tell us what is going on around us merit the encouragement of all who are interested in anything outside of their own dinner or their own position on the rank list. As long as I am in college, I intend to take your paper, as well as the Advocate and the Lampoon.