“You’re doing fine, Hobo. Just you keep it up, son, and you’ll have your letter. If you do you’ll be one of the youngest fellows to get it. Bonner can’t keep you out of that game if he wants to, by gum! I sized you up right the first day I saw you; remember? Yes, sir, I liked your style right then, and I told Bonner so, too. I sort of discovered you, Hobo, and if you don’t play a regular star game next week I’ll beat you up!” Then the mandolins and guitars and banjos struck up “Here We Go!” and Hanrihan and Hugh, the latter referring to the printed slip in his hand, joined in the rollicking refrain: “Grafton! Grafton! Here we go, Arm in arm with banners flying! Pity, pity any foe When it hears us loudly crying: ‘Grafton! Grafton! Rah, rah, rah!’ All together! Now the chorus: ‘Grafton! Grafton! Rah, rah, rah!’ Victory today is for us!” Finally, “Nine long ‘Graftons,’ fellows, and put some pep into it!” and then the exodus, with much scraping of settees and laughing and whistling. And afterwards, for Nick and Guy Murtha and Harry Keyes and Hugh, a Welsh rarebit in Nick’s room, made over an alcohol lamp and extremely hot with cayenne pepper! Southlake Academy was the visitor the next afternoon. Southlake had played Mount Morris earlier in the season and had been soundly drubbed by the score of 19 to 0. But Grafton did not hope to make so good a showing. Nor did she. Southlake was a better team that day than she had been when the Green-and-White had vanquished her, and she soon proved the fact. Coach Bonner started with two substitutes in the line, Hanrihan for Captain Trafford and Willard for Musgrave at center. But Musgrave was hurried in before the game was five minutes old and, although Captain Ted stayed out of the conflict until the third period began, he, too, had to be sent to the relief. The back-field was Blake, Winslow, Vail and Keyes during the first half. Then Weston took Nick’s place, Siedhof went in for Vail, and Leddy played full. Hugh was half sorry and half glad that he was being kept out. He wanted to play hard enough, but he feared that if he did go in it would be in place of Bert, and their relations were strained enough as it was. Bert had hardly spoken a word, civil or otherwise, to his roommate since yesterday’s practice! There was no scoring on either side until the second period was ten minutes along. Then a lucky fluke gave Grafton the ball on Southlake’s twenty-two yards and she took it over in seven smashing attacks on the center. Keyes missed goal. After that Southlake sprang some open plays which, if they didn’t gain very much ground, considerably worried and exasperated the enemy, who, for a while, didn’t know how to meet them. Still, the nearest Southlake came to a score was getting down to Grafton’s seventeen yards, where she was held for downs, and Keyes kicked out of danger.