McCabe drew Judd back of the line for a punt and Judd booted the ball far down the field out of danger. When scrimmage ended it found the ball in mid-field and the score still, 7 to 0, in favor of the scrubs.
The onlookers gathered in a bunch. "Rah, rah, rah! Rah, rah, rah!
Dubs, dubs, dubs!"
It wasn't very often they got such an opportunity to rub it in to the varsity.
Most of the first team members left the field downcast and dejected.
It was indeed a disgrace to be walloped by the scrubs with the season
almost over. If Pennington should hear of this they would take the
Bartlett eleven less seriously.
"What d'you say we celebrate our victory?" suggested McCabe, who had played quarterback for three years on the second and considered this one of the moments in his football career.
"Good idee!" supported Randolph, fullback.
"Where'll we hold the celebration?" asked Parsins, center.
"Down by the bend in the river, to-night, eight o'clock sharp!" instructed McCabe, "Everyone be there?"
"Yea!"
"How about you, Rube?"