DOWN WITH THE GOO-GOOS
LAWRENCEVILLE SHALL NOT BE
A KINDERGARTEN.
RALLY TO THE FEDERALISTS AND
DOWN THE DICKINSON GOO-GOOS
Hickey looked at Macnooder. Macnooder looked at Hickey.
"Goo-Goo," said Hickey, grieved.
"Goo-Goo," repeated Doc sadly. "Goo-Goo and Apron-strings. Hickey, my boy, we have got to be up and doing."
"Doc," said Hickey, "that's Tough McCarthy's work. We never ought to have let him get away from us."
"Hickey, we must nail the lie," said Doc solemnly.
"The Executive Committee of the Anti-Fed party will meet in my rooms," said Hickey determinedly, "directly after first recitation. We have been caught napping by a gang of ballot stuffers, but we will come back—Doc, we will come back!"
The Executive Committee met with stern and angry resolve, like battling football players between the halves of a desperate game.
"Fellows," said Hickey, "while we have slept the enemy has been busy. We are muts, and the original pie-faced mut is yours truly."
"No, Hickey, if there's going to be a competition for muts," said Cheyenne Baxter, "I'm the blue ribbon."