Hoop shook his head. “Not football. They say it’s too dangerous. Don’t see much difference, myself. Naughton bust his silly old collar-bone last year tackling the dummy. I dare say he’d have gone through four or five outside games without getting a scratch.”
“But you play other things with other schools?” asked Cal.
“Yes,” answered Sandy. “Baseball and hockey and such. I think Faculty’s right about it, Hoop.”
“I know you do,” replied Hoop disdainfully. “You think anything Faculty does is all right.”
“No, I don’t, but I do think they’re right about football. Why, some of the big colleges have cut it out! And look at the way they’re trying to make the game over!”
“Yes, they make me tired,” said Dutch. “Every year they change the rules so you never know where you are. First thing we know we’ll be playing football with bean-bags in the drawing-room of an evening, with ice-cream and angel cake between halves!”
“Sounds good to me,” said Ned. “That would be quite like cricket, wouldn’t it?”
“Guess Faculty would like to have us play cricket instead,” said The Fungus disgustedly. “Fellow Wests, I am opposed to a paternal government.”
“Whatever that is,” said Spud. “Fungus has been studying politics, fellows.”