purely on the “rush” order, we did not hesitate to give our whistle, hoping thereby to soon meet with the missing members.  Getting no answer, we proceed out Ellsworth to Fifth and were starting up Fifth, when Bill Haywood, sophomore, came along on his bicycle.  After greetings were exchanged + the question, “what are you doing?” answered on both sides, Bill H. proceeded to inform us that this bunch were out not only to prevent us from putting up any colors, but also to cut our -hair!
     Like a flash it came over us: the outsiders; their evident thirst to get ahold of us; and their general attitude towards us.  We knew that Bill was not “stuffing” us, for not long before Sam Richards had been held up by a bunch of rowdies and had thereupon parted with some