The School chose to regard the event as a notable victory, and, although the pleas of the cheer leaders during the game had elicited but little cheering, there was a most flattering salvo of applause to greet the players when they entered Lawrence that evening. Perhaps the School was glad of an opportunity to applaud and so made the most of it. Coach Cade, breaking his usual custom of returning to his home over Sunday, received a lot of clapping and fervid “A-a-ays!” when he appeared for supper, and must have been slightly surprised thereby since it had been no secret to him that the student body was somewhat critical of his conduct of the team. Chick’s appetite was small that evening, and he had little to say. He appeared to have settled on cynical dignity as the proper attitude, and maintained it throughout the meal. Afterwards he disappeared with startling abruptness, and Bert’s efforts to discover him in any one of several rooms failed. Bert’s last port of call was Number 5 Lykes, and there he remained until late, in company with Ted Ball and Coles Wistar and Nip Storer and Captain Jonas Lowe, while the recent events were discussed fully and with a frankness that would have interested Coach Cade. The consensus of opinion was that Johnny had done a brave if dastardly deed and that, pending results, judgment should be reserved. And Captain Jonas said stolidly: “’S long’s we beat Kenly ’s all right with me!” “You,” quoth Coles, “might be expected to view the--er--affair philosophically, Jonas. You’re not out of a job.” Jonas grinned, but made no reply. Perhaps an answer was brewing in his mind, but just then Hop Meecham and Pete Ness stopped in with the cheering news that Kenly Hall had been beaten by Trinity Freshmen that afternoon, 14 to 6. “Just came over the radio in Borden,” said Hop. “And Yale beat the Army, and Notre Dame beat-- Who was it, Pete?” “Canal Zone Polytechnic Institute, wasn’t it?” “Oh, shut up! Anyhow--” “Sure about Kenly, though?” asked Nip Storer. “I don’t know how good Trinity Freshmen are, but I hope they’re rotten!” “They sang off a lot of other scores, and I told Pete to remember them, but I’ll bet he hasn’t,” said Hop. “What were they, Dumb-bell?” Pete shrugged. “All I remember is Mount Millard and Banning, Mt. Millard won. I forget the score: 26 to something, I think; maybe it was 26 to 14.” “Who cares?” asked Ted Ball. “The question interesting me is what’ll the score be next Saturday?” “Oh, we’ll win,” said Nip. “We can’t have any more rotten luck!” “I’d like to believe it,” answered Coles. “Say,” asked Hop, “heard about the new club just started? Called the Garbage Pail. Very exclusive. Only five members so far. I’m president and Pete’s secretary, or something. I’d be glad to propose you guys only you’re not rotten enough--yet!”