"All up!"
"Long cheer for the school!"
"All together!"
"Rip her out!"
They gave a cheer and then two more.
"Now, fellows," said Doc Macnooder shrilly, as master of ceremonies, "we want to pull this off in fine shape. We're going to drive around the Circle. And I want this orchestra to keep together. Whose legs are those with the cannon-cracker socks?"
"Beekstein's," cried several voices from inside.
"Well, he's rotten. He gums the whole show. Now, get together, fellows, will you?"
"We will!"
As they turned to enter the campus the voice of the master spoke, clanging its inexorable note from the old Gym. Instantly a shout broke out: