Page 60 - The Adventures of a Freshman

you see, good stuff in Will Young yet.

It would do no good to tell himself any longer how low he had fallen; but it would do a great deal of good to
win the Freshman First Honor prize; and he had no time to lose.

To win was not a mere ambition now--it was a grim necessity. It was the one way of keeping from being
disgraced in the eyes of the world as deeply as he was in his own and God's.

The prize would not come until commencement. Before that time the class might vote to use its money. They
might instruct their "honorable treasurer" to expend the funds on decorations and a brass band, as was
sometimes done at the close of examinations to celebrate their Sophomorehood; and what would he do then!
He decided that he must not let himself think about that now. It made his heart stop so short it fairly hurt;
besides, it interrupted his work.

He had figured it all out in his neat businesslike hand on the envelope. On one side, under assets, he wrote,
"Freshman prize, if won, $200;" on the other side the following list:

The Princeton Bank overdraw $0.75 Henry Powelton, borrowed 10.00 Carey H. Lee, borrowed 25.00 William
Sinclair Drew 23.35 The class of Ninety-blank debt 117.20-------Total $176.30

Two hundred dollars would "square" him, and just leave enough to buy a ticket back to the old farm--that is, if
he wanted to go there.