Amazon Jaunts Alice Tippets CONSTERNATION REIGNED. Because of a piece of barbarous vandalism a holiday seemed unavoidable, for the keyholes of every room in the university were filled with sticky, adhesive, gluey gum. The audacity of the guilty was plain; the university spent, annually, a great deal of its money in an effort to secure anti-gum lectures. As is eventually the case in such instances, crowbars were frantically used and after a great deal of effort, an entrance was gained and the building opened for school; not, however, until at least three fourths of the students had heard of the gummed locks. This is a story of a number of students told by a student for other students. The average teacher would not understand it, but every student who can remember back into the remote days when he attended a college can still experience a thrill when he hears of some foolish bit of strategy on the part of students whereby they hope to "run over the profs." The story deals with the events which took place the night preceding the annoying discovery related above. "I'm so thrilled! Our team has won the division championship and now will enter the intercollegiate tournament," said "Ike" Kennedy, as she unfolded her telescopic form from the cozy leather chair. "Thrilled? Say, you don't seem so when you wouldn't even holler your can off for a holiday next Monday. Yes, I guess you're thrilled all right about as much as you'll ever be." "Heavy" Colvin, snoozing peacefully on the couch, had been wakened by the "thrill" and was not in the best of spirits. "Say, you two are about the punkest sports ever I saw. You won't even help me with the candy so you don't need to think I'll put myself out to pass any of the completed product to you. I suppose you think just be- cause we call ourselves 'The Three Doughty Amazons' I can do all the work while you two enjoy the life of ease and luxury afforded by pillows." Sybil's sharp words brought good response from the drones, and within fifteen minutes the candy was on the production market ready for con- sumption. "I crave a holiday Monday," said Heavy, as she was about to leave the merry party. "If Wyoming were only what she used to be in the days of Zane Grey we would just as lief shoot any objectionable 'college jail keepers' as look at them." The girls separated with many regrets that there was nothing to do that Sunday evening but go to church and listen to a long desicated sermon by an equally fossilized preacher. Hours later Heavy was awakened from the sweet depths of her feather bed by a voice softly calling her name. Recognizing Sybil's voice she called from the window, "What's the idea?" "Dress quickly! Disturb nobody! We're going on an Amazon Jaunt." "Be with you in a jiffy." She found Sybil and Ike waiting below, chewing wads of gum almost as big as their heads, and ready to whisk her away into the cold mystery of the night. Again Heavy asked, "What's the idea?" "We've decided to force a holiday." "How are you going to do it? Go down and shoot the president or burn up the buildings?" "Easily. We're going to climb in through the basement window, stuff all the keyholes with gum and have an innocent holiday. No one will ever suspect us. The Science teachers will think of hot keys and can get in easily enough, but the custodians don't understand science and the science teachers don't come to school until ten. Look at the sign we've painted. It says, 'Holiday,' and we'll paste it in the glass of the front door." "Sounds easy enough but I have my doubts," said Heavy. They parked their car half a block below the college and flitted like shadows toward the still, towering, ghostlike building. The stately edifice looked hungrily over the silent, empty campus and eagerly devoured the three gliding figures. "Gee, I'm getting cold feet," said Ike. "Everything seems so lonely and my watch says a quarter to one." "It does seem kind of spooky and unnatural like; but rats, I have the automatic and who are we to be afraid of the dark. Ike, you take the basement floor and be sure you use plenty of gum. Rub off your finger prints for safety so that no possible detective can find who did the deed." Sybil's commands were none the less final even though they were but whispered. "Heavy, you do all the doors on the first floor and I'll take the top floor because I won't be very apt to awaken the custodian who sleeps in the tower." Ike departed timidly for the far corners of the basement. A few steps into the blackness and then she was back again at Sybil's side. "I say, Sybil, hadn't we all three better go together? This is an awfully likely place for tramps." Sybil stopped abruptly, but soon had recovered her composure. Her hand had brushed the pocket which contained the automatic. "For shame, Ike." Her tone would have braced a much weaker Amazon than Hedrykah Kennedy. "Besides," she continued, "we'll get through quicker this way and make less noise. When you're through go to the basement with Ike, Heavy, and don't come up here if you value any of our necks. We'll be through in fifteen minutes." "I tell you that's the only place he could leave it. You don't seem to savvy when I tell you that in the school house is the only radium container in the city. It can't be joggled around in a quart cup like 'soup,' y' rummies." "Doc Harmon ain't that crazy. He's got sense enough not to leave $2,000,000 worth of radium in a school house with only a deaf bird sleepin' in the roost." "It's a cinch it's safer there in a radium container than in the best safe in the country without a container. But if you ain't got enough nerve I'll clear the job myself or git sent up the river fer tryin'." "Wa-all, I'll tackle 'er," drawled Deliberate Dan, "but I aint laying no hopes on the outcome." "All right, these setta mitts is purty dirty but they've licked a lotta dirty