Argosy All-Story Weekly, June 27, 1925 — page 153: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

HAT morning the students in Biology E played a rather mean trick on their professor. In justice to the young men and women it must be said that Professor Harry Darwin Goldie, head of the department of Biology and Bio-chem- istry, was not their real instructor but was substituting for Dr. Bransted, who seemed to be confined to his room with some sort of nervous breakdown. Also the little professor on whom they played the trick did not know it was a trick and would not have called it mean even if he had recognized it. For all that happened was a pink-and-white miss got up and asked the little scientist a question about myrmica rubra, the tiny red-headed English biting ant. The merest freshman in little fresh-water Meig’s University knew that no matter how By JOSEPH GOLLOMB uncomfortable Professor Goldie’s quizzing might be, all one needed to do was to ask him a question on the little ants that were his hobby, passion, life-work and specialty —as the pink-and-white miss did that morning. At once the spectacled, fragil framed little man with the dome a scholarly forehead launched a discourse on the social habits of tiny ants; the class it- self swam out of bis consciousness; and the students were free to whisper excited ques- tions and comments on the first murder and mystery to be perpetrated under the serene elms of their university campus. “Tt was Bill Snyder who discovered the body,” some one whispered. “ He was up all night with a sick boiler in Engineering Hall and when he came up for air he saw something huddled by the wall in back of the library. It was just tuming dawn— 949 CONMUC NOO S