There was a cheer meeting that evening in Assembly Hall--there had been two or three previously--and Bert and Chick joined the throng and sang and shouted as heartily as any. Mr. Fowler, the English instructor and head of the Faculty Committee on Athletics, addressed the meeting and kept it laughing for twenty minutes. (“Gee,” murmured Chick, “why can’t he be like this in class?”) Mr. Cade said a few words and was followed by Captain Jonas Lowe. Jonas was just as much at home on a platform, just as much at ease addressing an audience, as a cow on a tight-rope. He arose in painful embarrassment and lurched to the front with the enthusiasm of a malefactor approaching the electric chair. Then he put his large hands in the pockets of his capacious trousers, cleared his throat and took his hands out again. By that time the applause had dwindled to comparative silence, a silence punctured by chuckles and snickers of amusement. Jonas clasped his hands tightly behind him, rocked backward on his heels and frowned furiously. Then he spoke. Fearful, perhaps, that he wouldn’t make himself heard, he opened his remarks in a voice that, as husky as it was, might easily have been heard on the far side of Haylow Hall. “Fellows! And gentlemen! You know why you’re here--why I’m here. I’ve got to say something about the Team and about licking Kenly Hall. Well, that’s all right. We’ll do it. [Enthusiastic applause mingled with laughter.] We’ll lick Kenly. We’ve got a pretty good bunch this year and--and we’ve been well coached. Mr. Cade is a great guy. [More applause.] Of course Kenly’s got a pretty good bunch, too. That’s what they tell us, anyway. But we’ve got a pretty good--I mean, our team’s all right, too. Got a good, strong line and a bunch of clever backs. Fellows like Jim Galvin and Nip Storer and--and others. Got a center you can’t beat, Lum Patten. Lum’s a great guy. [Cheers and laughter.] Got a pair of fine tackles. Got good ends. Got some corking plays. And we’re all fit. Got to thank Jake for that. Jake’s a great trainer. [Cheers for Jake.] So we’re all set, like I told you, to play the best game we know how, and if Kenly beats us it’s going to be a big surprise to them, I guess. It will be to me, anyway. But she won’t do it. You guys--you fellows do your part and we’ll do ours. That’s fair enough. Got to have the support of the School. Got to know we have it. Helps a lot. Plenty of cheering, you know. Everybody in line for a victory. That’s the idea. All together in the right spirit. Lots of it, too. Well, that’s all. We’ve got a pretty good bunch and we’ll do the best we know how. Much obliged.” Jonas, perspiring freely, retired to his seat amidst loud acclaim and Freeman Naughton called for “a cheer for Captain Lowe, fellows, and make it good!” After that they sang a few more songs, cheered the Team vociferously and departed.