"
"That's what they all say."
* * * * *
At the Sig Kappas I met Black Jim, the first one, at the door. He shook
hands shyly, laughingly.
"You sure fetched that rube a wallop ... he let one croak out of him and
flopped flat ... it would have made a good comic picture."
"Lunch is ready, boys!"
I was made into a sort of hero--"a real, honest-to-God guy."
"You'll have to come to some of our frat jamborees ... Jack'll bring you
up."
"We and the Sigma Deltas are Southern fraternities ... we have a hell of
a sight more fun than the others ... there's the Sigma Pis--though they
have some live birds, they're mostly dead ... and the Phi Nus put on too
much side ... the Beta Omicrons are right there with the goods, though."
"I see."
A little freshman made an off-colour remark.
"You'd better go and see Jennie!" advised a genial young senior, who,
for all his youth, was entirely bald.
"Jennie, who's Jennie?" I asked, curious.
"Our frat woman!" answered Travers casually.
"Frat woman?" I was groping for further information, puzzled.
"Yes, often a fraternity keeps a woman for the use of its members ...
when a kid comes to us so innocent he's annoying, we turn him over to
Jennie to be made a man of."
"This innocence-stuff is over-rated. It's better to send a kid to a
nice, clean girl that we club in together and keep, and let him learn
what life is, once and for all, than to have him going off somewhere and
getting something, or, even worse, horning around and jeopardizing
decent girls, as he's bound to otherwise.
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