“Order, please; let’s hear the rest,” said I, when both had been brushed down by their friends.
“As for Sarah’s speech in reply, it was the drivellingest balderdash you ever heard. It made the club blush.”
“That speaks well for it,” I suggested mildly.
The meeting did not seem to know how exactly to take this, but concluded it was meant to be complimentary, and contented themselves with ordering me to “shut up” if I didn’t want to be kicked out.
“Tempest (loud cheers) turned up presently and backed us up (cheers). The baboons weren’t in it in the sports. We pulled off the tug of war on our heads (cheers), and their speeches were even drivellinger than Trim’s and Sarah’s. (Interruption.) Just at the end a howling sneak and cad and outsider called Jarman came, and lagged us all, including Tempest. (Groans.) Our president behaved like a mutton-head throughout. Going home, the Philosophers led by several miles. The meeting then adjourned for extra drill in the gym. to-day, and mean to pay Jarman out.” (Cheers.)
The patriotic sentiment with which the minutes concluded did away with any little difference arising earlier is the evening, and they were carried unanimously.
It was then moved, seconded, thirded, fourthed, and fifthed, “that Jarman be, and is hereby, hung, and ought to be kicked.”
It was further agreed, “that Tempest be elected an Honorary Philosopher, and be let off entrance fee.”
Also, “that the town cads are about the biggest outsiders going.”
Also, “that Trimble be requested to wash his face.”