Rivals for the Team: A Story of School Life and Football — John Shaqi
Rivals for the Team: A Story of School Life and FootballBarbour, Ralph Henry
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Rivals for the Team: A Story of School Life and Football
Barbour, Ralph Henry
Adventure stories; Boarding schools -- Juvenile fiction; Football stories
Lower middle tried doors and windows and found them impregnable. They
were denied even a glimpse of the proceedings inside, for the juniors
had carefully draped blankets against the windows. Lower middle held
a conference of war and upper middle jeered. Upper middle not only
jeered but made remarks calculated to displease the enemy. Lower middle
replied in kind and the seniors applauded both sides. And there the
matter would have rested until the juniors had finished their meeting
and sallied forth had not an ambitious lower middler taken it into his
head to try to reach the second story by means of a copper rain-spout.
Why that should have annoyed upper middle I don’t know, but upper
middle resented the trespass and surged forward. The attack was so
unexpected that lower middle gave way and the ambitious climber was
pulled, struggling, from his place halfway up the metal pipe. He reached
the ranks of his friends no worse for the adventure, but lower middle
felt that her rights had been interfered with and the fun commenced.
Up and down in front of the gymnasium the battle waged, the two classes
fairly even in numbers. For the first few minutes it was a mere matter
of pushing and shoving, one throng against the other, lower middle
giving way only to close ranks again and force upper middle back. The
seniors, laughing and impartially encouraging the belligerents, watched
appreciatively. And in the meanwhile, quite forgotten, the juniors
proceeded undisturbed with their election.
Afterwards lower middle declared that upper middle had started the
real trouble, and upper middle stoutly laid the blame on her opponent.
At all events, what was to be expected happened and someone, losing
his temper for the instant, struck a blow. His adversary accepted
the challenge. Others at once adopted the new tactics and cries of
“Fight! Fight!” arose from both factions, and those behind surged
eagerly forward. At first it was only those in the front ranks who
became engaged, but the others soon got into action and presently some
ninety-odd youths were hard at it. More than one old score was settled,
doubtless, in the ensuing five minutes. The seniors, scattering away
from the field of battle, viewed proceedings dubiously. This was
more than precedent called for, and if a master happened to put in an
appearance there would be trouble for all concerned.
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