A FRESHMAN having, before the Holidays, laid in a store of Red Tickets for the winter, returning to College from his Admiring Family (conspicuous by reason of a brightly varnished Cane), disembarked at Dana Street. The conductor, however, pointing at him the Finger of Scorn, exclaimed: "That Man was probably ignorant that by the new Rule his Ticket would convey him to The Square, Ha! Ha!" The Freshman, overhearing the low-minded Fellow, determined to overtake the Car, but slipped on the Ice and, falling, broke his Cane. "Alas!" cried he, blushing at his Discomfiture, "had I but formerly bought White Tickets, this Calamity would never have occurred."
This Fable teaches not only that we may make a cold trip-slip for a six cent Fare, but also that Prudence as well as Pride has its Fall.