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The prospect of unloading his stock made Hiram Butefish as thirsty as if he had eaten herring, and, overlooking the glass in his excitement, he drank long and deep from the water pitcher before he said tremulously: "Undoubtedly that can be arranged, Mr. Toomey." It was obvious that the Boosters Club shared its president's opinion.
Each time, however, Dave wriggled out of it. When there were but seven minutes left neither team had scored. Gridley now had the ball for snap-back at its own twenty-five-yard line. The most that home boosters were hoping for now was that Gridley would be able to hold down the game to no score. Dave had been thinking deeply. He had just found a chance to mutter orders swiftly.
Prouty's attitude was one of halfhearted expectancy like a shipwrecked sailor knowing himself outside the line of travel, yet unable to resist watching the horizon for succor. The Boosters Club still went on boosting, but its schemes for self-advertisement resembled a defective pin-wheel, which, after the first whiz, lacks the motive powers to turn further.
It made pretty good reading for the Blackwater Blade, which had recently been established in their midst, and the committee of boosters ordered a thousand extra copies and sent them all over the country. That was real mining stuff, and every dollar of Wunpost's money had been dug from the Sockdolager Mine.
"Yes, she has been, except once or twice. But it's too late now. I just I'm not going to discuss it, but I'm afraid of her. There's nothing left. I don't ever want to see her. Some day I'm going to break away from her. Somehow." THE International Organization of Boosters' Clubs has be come a world-force for optimism, manly pleasantry, and good business.
Yet when the Gridley High School song was started by the band, and the Gridley boosters joined in the words, the answer from Fordham came in the form of a "laughing-song," let loose with such volume that the Gridley offering to the merriment was drowned out. "I hope we can give this rough town a horrible thumping -that's all," muttered Dave, his eyes flashing.
In the second half it was not long before Gridley did go stale and tired. But so, too, to the disgust of home boosters, did the Tottenville High School boys. The game became a sheer test of endurance. Gridley, under Wadleigh, played with a doggedness that made Tottenville put forth all its strength.
Now Forsythe and every Hallam man comprehended all in a flash. Fenton had caught the ball with a nicety that brought wild whoops from the Gridley boosters, now standing on their seats and waving the Gridley colors. "That little fellow looks like a streak of light," yelled one Gridley booster. The description wasn't a bad one. Fenton was doing some of the finest sprinting conceivable.
If his moral fiber had been so weakened by rebellion that he was not quite dependable in the more rigorous campaigns of the Good Citizens' League nor quite appreciative of the church, yet there was no doubt of the joy with which Babbitt returned to the pleasures of his home and of the Athletic Club, the Boosters, the Elks. Verona and Kenneth Escott were eventually and hesitatingly married.
Now all the Army boosters were up in their seats, eager to see how the much-lauded Prescott would serve with the pigskin. Ball clasped, head down, Dick settled for a run, his whole gaze on the on-coming Lehigh right line. They met in a clash. Dick had planned how to slip out of the impact, but the stronger Lehigh right end had both arms around Prescott, and down went the Army left end.
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