Meanwhile the calling for a Freshman lightweight went on without success, and the crowd was throwing red-hot taunts at the youngest class for shirking their duty. The Freshmen had pushed one of their number into the ring, but he proved to be over the required weight and was cast out without ceremony.
A commotion on the outside of the ring started anew the calls for a Freshman lightweight, and the call was unexpectedly answered by the appearance of a young man in delicate light gray clothes with blue necktie and socks to match, who was passed unceremoniously over the hands of the crowd and deposited right-side-up on the green grass of the enclosure.
Jimmy gasped. "The Codfish, or I'm a Hottentot!"
"No one else, for sure. How did they get him?" exclaimed Frank.
The Codfish was greeted by a rattling cheer, followed by much advice.
"Well done, Freshman!"
"Take off those pretty clothes!"
"He certainly is a Yale man, look at that tie!"
"Good work, Freshman, eat him up!"
The referee, the Captain of the Yale Wrestling Team, strode over to the Codfish, and looked him up and down.