If he, the professor, had occasion to go out for a moment, while the goody was at work there, he invariably locked the door behind him. His return was sometimes delayed; once he kept her locked up over an hour. One goody took care of his room many years, receiving a handsome weekly fee for her extra trouble. The janitor of the building was the only person whom he would trust alone in his room. Some years since, a student who roomed over him come home in that stage of vinous fermentation known as "gloriously tight." The elated, if misguided young man stumbled up the steep and crooked stairs of Holworthy and at length tumbled in an inglorious heap before Professor-then plain Mr.-Sophocles' door. The usual consequences followed, and on awaking next morning the student had a painful if vague impression of having had an interview with the proctor. Gathering himself together he went down to see what might be effected by an apology. He explained to Mr. Sophocles that the had not fully command of himself, and concluded by hoping that if he had used any unbecoming or disrespectful language the officer would overlook it in consideration of the fact that he was-well, that he was perhaps not quite himself. "Not yourself, sir," retorted the proctor, with great scorn; "you were drunk, sir! Infernally drunk, sir! In fact," and here Mr. Sophocles' voice softened, "you were so extremely drunk as to be a curipsity, and on that ground I'll not report you!"