Education: At Capital University

"Lend me ten bucks, Joe."

"Sure, Speed."

Two months later, in the same college dormitory: "Say—er—Speed, haven't got those ten sockos, have yuh?"

"Sorriernell, Joe. Can't do it yet. I'm still flat, punctured, blown-out, busted, broke. No slim blue literature from the Big Squeeze."

Three months later: "Say—er—Speed,can you—"

"Sorriernell, Joe. Can't . . ."

And Joe hates to dun Speed. Speed is his friend, his good old boy friend, perhaps his fraternity brother. The thing goes on. Perhaps Speed never pays him back. Ten dollars isn't much, but it's the...