Then, whistling blithely, Jonesie passes on.
THE EMBASSY TO MEARSVILLE
I
We had beaten Yale hands-down the year before, and this year, when we started practice, we had eight out of eleven of last season’s men, and in spite of the fact that they had instituted a new system over in New Haven, had a new coach at the helm and were reported to have the best material in years, we couldn’t see how the Elis had even a show-in. There was nothing to it, any way you figured it. We weren’t even going to miss the three we had lost, for we had at least two good candidates for each of them. There wasn’t anything could stop us from winning the Eastern Championship again. That’s the way it was right up to the first week in October. Then things began to happen.