The Plastic Age

cially over the rallies that were occurring with increasing frequency as the football season progressed. Sometime

tting longer as more men came running out of the dormitories and fraternity houses. On, on they would go, arm in arm, dancing, singing Sanford songs, past every dormitory on the campus, past every fraternity house-pausing occasionally to give a cheer, always, however, k

found a large quantity of old lumber, empty boxes, rotten planks, and not very rotten gates. When a light was applied to the clumsy pile of wood, the

freshmen

g into an ever widening circle as the fire crackled and the flames l

fire, the f

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t word of the cheer, they stopped, turned toward the grand stand, and joined the cheering. That over, they broke a

if he wore one-nearly every one but the freshmen went bareheaded-and sang the college hymn, simply and religiously. Then the crowd broke, straggling in groups across the campus, chatting, singing, shouting

tform had been built at one end of the gymnasium. On one side of it sat the band, on the other side the Glee Club-and before it the mass of students, smoking cigarettes, corn-cob pipes, and, occasionally, a cigar. The "smokes" had been furnished free by a

lar cheer for Sanford." Then he lifted his arms above his head, flinging the megaphone aside with the same motion, and waited tense and rigid until the students were on their feet. Suddenly he turned into a mad d

Sanford teams-and the atmosphere grew denser and denser, bluer and bluer, as the smoke wreathed upward. The thousand boys leaned intently forward, occasionally jumping to their feet to shout and cheer, and then sinking back into

indescribable contortions. Suddenly he straightened up, held his hands above his head again, and shouted through his megaphone: "A regular cheer for the team-a regular cheer for the team. Make it big-BIG! Ready-!" Away whirled the megaphone, and he went through exactly the same performance that he had use

ach, Jack Price. He was a big, compactly built man with regular features, heavy blond hair, and pale, cold blue eyes. He threw off his coa

to cheer here in the gym; but what a

all over the gymnasium, he answered, "Yeah, maybe-maybe." He shifted his position, st

d? I'm asking you; what happened? You quit! Quit like a bunch of whipped curs. God! you're yellow, yellow as hell. But the team went on fighting-and it won, won in spite of you, won for a bunch

alone day after to-morrow. It can't win alone! You've got to fight. Damn it! You've got to fight! Raleigh's good, damn good; it hasn't lost a game this season-and we've got to win, win! Do you hear?

s to the boys, who had become so tense that they had forgotten to sm

til they could shout no more. When Gifford called for "a regular cheer for Jack Price" and then

loyally to sing it-and they stood silent and almo

d except a quiet good night as they parted. Carl was in the room wh

happy whisper, "Wasn'

h. Dam

e we win. We

than usual, his eyes glittering.