Just watch our speed—it’s us that’s aviating down the pike,
Get wise, be still, and listen to our ‘hike, Hike, hike!’”
That night the team met, and elected Snifty Carter, from the Junior class, for the next year’s captain. Snifty met Hike after the great bonfire, late in the evening, and said, “Hike, I hope you’ll be on the job footballing, next year.”
“I sure will,” promised Hike.
“Because,” added Snifty, “the whole school will expect you to win the game for us.”
“Aw—” was all Hike could say, in astonished protest.
But he looked forward to a great spring, with the track-team, and a great fall to come.
A Letter From Poodle
“A. Reader, Esq.:
“Some think I ought to be in on the end of this, too, but I don’t care so awfully much just so Hike has all the credit that is coming to him! But I might say that I think I’ll land anyway one poem a month from now on, and maybe some stories, in the school mag.