All along the low step in front of the first tier of seats—only a few feet from the football heroes, whom they faced—sat the smiling Sigma Pi girls, and it was into their eyes that Tippie looked as he began singing shrilly, to the tune of “The Good Old Summer-time”:
“In the good old football time!
In the good old football time!
Strolling down by Marston field,
You’ll see us buck the line!
Our captain kicks a goal from field,
And that’s a very good sign
That Marston’s got the championship
In the good old football time!”
That was all, but Patti in her palmiest days might have envied Tippie the warmth of his reception. Shrieks, whistles, applause with hands and feet, cries of “Good! Good for Tippie!” choked the air, and it was long before the crowd could calm itself to join uproariously in the second singing.