Those Times and TheseCobb, Irvin S. (Irvin Shrewsbury)
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Those Times and These
Cobb, Irvin S. (Irvin Shrewsbury)
Short stories, American; United States -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction
This cheer leader, being the first of a now common species ever seen
in our parts, succeeded in holding the public eye mighty closely, as
he stood, bareheaded and long-haired, down below on the track, with
his gaudy blue-and-gold sweater on, and his big megaphone in his hand,
jerking his arms and his body back and forth as he directed his chorus
above in its organised cheering and its well-drilled singing of college
songs.
Compared with this output, Midsylvania's cheering arose in larger
volume, which was to be expected, seeing that Midsylvania so greatly
excelled in numbers present, and had behind its delegations the favour
of the onlookers almost to a unit'; but, even so, it seemed to lack the
force and fervour of those vocal volleys arising from the ranks of the
enemy. Each time Sangamon let off a yell it was platoon firing, steady
and rapid and brisk; and literally it crackled on the air. When this had
died away, and Midsylvania had answered back, the result somehow put
you in mind of a boy whistling to keep up his courage while passing a
cemetery after dark.
It is hard to express the difference in words, but, had you been there
that day, you would have caught it in a jiffy. One group was certain of
victory impending and expressed its certainty; the other was doubtful
and betrayed it. In the intervals between the whooping and the singing
Sangamon's imported band would play snatches of some rousing air, or
else Midsyl-vania's band would play; between the two of them pumping up
the pulsebeats of all and sundry.
I was struck by one thing--the Major maintained calm and dignity through
all the preliminary excitement. In the moment of the first really big
outburst, which was when the Varsity's students and former students
marched in behind their band, out of the tail of my eye I caught the
Major with a pencil, checking off the names of the home squad on his
copy of the official programme. Knowing the old fellow as I did, I
guessed he was figuring up to see how many of the players were members
of Old Families. Nearly all of them were, for that matter. He even held
himself in when, at two-fifteen or thereabouts, first one of the teams
and then the other trotted out from under opposite ends of the grand
stand and crossed the track to the field to warm up.
He asked me to point out young Morehead to him; and when I did he
nodded as if in affirmation of a previous decision of his own. On my own
initiative I pointed out some of the other stars to him too.
In advance we knew Sangamon was going to have the advantage of beef
on her side; but I do not think anybody realised just how great the
advantage was until we saw the two teams on the same ground and had
opportunity to compare and appraise them, man for man. Then we saw, with
an added sinking of the spirit--at least I knew my spirit sank at the
inequality of the comparison--that her front line outweighed ours by
pounds upon pounds of brawn.
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