The wording read: “The Cubs Are Sissies!” And higher up appeared the insult: “Cubs are Crooks!”
Dan dropped the wagon tongue and rushed over to wipe the offending words from the wall.
“This is the limit!” he fumed. “Brad, let’s call off that Friday game! Why should we play with such wretched sports?”
“I know how you feel, Dan,” Brad answered soothingly. “Pat acts like a baby. He wants to get our goat.”
“He’s had mine for a long while.”
“We can’t very well call off the game,” Brad said slowly. “Mr. Hatfield talked it over with me only yesterday. He’s heartsick at the way Pat has been acting, but he thinks we should go ahead and set the Bay View boys an example.”
“I’d rather punch ’em in the nose.”
“Take it easy, Dan.”
“Oh, I’ll control myself,” Dan grinned. “Anyway, I want to lick ’em in that Friday game.”
“That may not be so easy.”