“They came in bunches.  We had advertised the University in all the state papers, and it did us good to see how quick the country responded.  Two hundred and nineteen husky lads aging along from 18 up to chin whiskers answered the clarion call of free education.  They ripped open that town, sponged the seams, turned it, lined it with new mohair; and you couldn’t have told it from Harvard or Goldfields at the March term of court.

“They marched up and down the streets waving flags with the World’s University colors—­ultra-marine and blue—­and they certainly made a lively place of Floresville.  Andy made them a speech from the balcony of the Skyview Hotel, and the whole town was out celebrating.

“In about two weeks the professors got the students disarmed and herded into classes.  I don’t believe there’s any pleasure equal to being a philanthropist.  Me and Andy bought high silk hats and pretended to dodge the two reporters of the Floresville Gazette.  The paper had a man to kodak us whenever we appeared on the street, and ran our pictures every week over the column headed ’Educational Notes.’  Andy lectured twice a week at the University; and afterward I would rise and tell a humorous story.  Once the Gazette printed my pictures with Abe Lincoln on one side and Marshall P. Wilder on the other.

“Andy was as interested in philanthropy as I was.  We used to wake up of nights and tell each other new ideas for booming the University.

“‘Andy,’ says I to him one day, ’there’s something we overlooked.  The boys ought to have dromedaries.’

“‘What’s that?’ Andy asks.

“‘Why, something to sleep in, of course,’ says I.  ’All colleges have ‘em.’

“‘Oh, you mean pajamas,’ says Andy.

“‘I do not,’ says I.  ‘I mean dromedaries.’  But I never could make Andy understand; so we never ordered ’em.  Of course, I meant them long bedrooms in colleges where the scholars sleep in a row.

“Well, sir, the World’s University was a success.  We had scholars from five States and territories, and Floresville had a boom.  A new shooting gallery and a pawn shop and two more saloons started; and the boys got up a college yell that went this way: 

   “’Raw, raw, raw,
       Done, done, done,
     Peters, Tucker,
       Lots of fun,
     Bow-wow-wow,
       Haw-hee-haw,
     World University,
       Hip, hurrah!’

“The scholars was a fine lot of young men, and me and Andy was as proud of ’em as if they belonged to our own family.

“But one day about the last of October Andy comes to me and asks if I have any idea how much money we had left in the bank.  I guesses about sixteen thousand.  ‘Our balance,’ says Andy, ‘is $821.62.’

“‘What!’ says I, with a kind of a yell.  ’Do you mean to tell me that them infernal clod-hopping, dough-headed, pup-faced, goose-brained, gate-stealing, rabbit-eared sons of horse thieves have soaked us for that much?’