“She beat St. Bonaventure, 19 to 0, and that’s—”
“Saint Who? What high school’s that, Clif?”
“Shut up! It’s the ‘high school’ that scored against Cornell two or three weeks ago, and a team that can do that—”
“Where do you get that stuff? Everybody scores on Cornell. It’s quite the proper thing to do this year. Colgate did it, and Williams, and now Dartmouth.”
“Yes, and what was Cornell doing while Dartmouth made a little old seven points?”
“That’s what I was wondering,” replied Tom. “Maybe she was having afternoon tea, eh?”
“Seems to me,” laughed Loring, “you chaps are mightily interested in games that don’t mean much to you. What about Wolcott’s showing against Riverside Military? It doesn’t make our score against Toll’s look so fine, eh?”
“I guess Riverside’s pretty weak,” said Tom. “What’s she done this season, anyway?”
“I don’t know much about her,” answered Loring, “but 41 to 0 is an awful score! It looks as if Wolcott might still have an edge on us, Tom. What I don’t understand, though, is about that fellow Grosfawk. He played only part of the time yesterday, and nothing is said about him. I thought he was Wolcott’s particular wonder, and that they were building a bunch of plays around him.”