MOVING DAY Phil Clinton looked critically at the rickety old sofa. Then he glanced at his chum, Tom Parsons. Next he lifted, very cautiously, one end of the antiquated piece of furniture. The sofa bent in the middle, much as does a ship with a broken keel. "It—it looks like a mighty risky job to move it, Tom," said Phil. "It's broken right through the center." "I guess it is," admitted Tom sorrowfully. Then he lifted the head of the sofa, and warned by an ominous creaking, he lowered it gently to the floor of the college room which he and his chum, Sid Henderson, were about to leave, with the assistance of Phil Clinton to help them move. "Poor old sofa," went on Tom. "You've had a hard life. I'm afraid your days are numbered." "But you're not going to leave it here, for some measly freshman to lie on, are you, Tom?" asked Phil anxiously
