Then another one, a "long cheer" this time—the same as the other except that the Siss, the Boom, and the Ah were prolonged impressively: "Ray! Ray! Ray! Tiger—sisses! Boom-m! Ah-h-h—Ninety-blank!"
Now, it gives a freshman a peculiar thrill the first time he hears many voices shouting in concert for his class. Young's heart began to thump. "That's my class," he said to himself, and then he turned to his books again because he had not come to college to have a good time, but to study. But he sighed a little.
Now the voices began singing to the tune of "Balm of Gilead":
"Here's to Ninety—blank—Drink her down—drink her down—
"Here's to Ninety-blank—
Drink her down—drink her down,
Here's to Ninety-blank—
For she's always——"
something that rhymed with the other part of Ninety.
Young put down his book for a minute.
They were coming still nearer.
He could hear some of the individual voices now.
Up Dickinson Street they came.