Somewhat to Rollo’s disappointment Rupert Hogan was one of the party, but this feeling was almost immediately forgotten in his enthusiasm at again seeing Miss Anabelle who looked charming indeed in a dark blue dress with grey furs, against which she wore a large bouquet of violets. Rupert, on the contrary, wore a bright, brown suit with an extremely large yellow chrysanthemum in his buttonhole.
“Which are you for, Rollo,” asked Anabelle, “Yale or Princeton?”
“I am for Princeton,” said Rupert loudly, which was very rude as he had not been addressed.
“I am for Yale, of course,” cried Rollo.
“Oh joy!” laughed Anabelle. “So am I. I must teach you the cheer. It begins ‘Brek-ek-kek-kek, ko-ax, ko-ax!’”
“Tiger. Siz-boom-ah!” shouted Rupert.
“See, I have a tin horn, all the Princeton men carry tin horns.”
Thus, with much shouting and noise and merry glee the little company sped on their way towards the city of New Haven. The thoroughfare soon began to be greatly crowded with thousands of automobiles filled with other girls and boys as well as grown-ups, some so old that Rollo marvelled at their being out of doors at all, all bound for the great match. There was much dust and confusion, and not a little danger. Racing cars filled with gentlemen with pleasant red faces dashed by at a break-neck pace, and at one spot there was quite a pile of autos which had run into each other and were severely damaged. It also began to be extremely cold.
“Are we not delightfully uncomfortable?” shouted Rollo, as they whirled off the road to avoid another car, jumped a ditch, grazed a telegraph pole, and bounced back onto the turnpike again.
“Yes indeed,” said Anabelle. “That is half the fun. Of course we might have made the journey in a warm train, but that is not considered the smart thing to do. One should always be half-frozen when one arrives at a football match.”