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Updated: May 27, 2025
A week before the fight, on a certain date, the freshmen hide this bowl-man or protect him from the sophomores until the day of the fight, when they all march to Grant field in fighting-togs. Should the sophomores chance to find him and hold him prisoner until after the date of the bowl-fight they win the bowl. The same applies also in case the bowl is in possession of the sophomores.
The life of the great university began to be real to him. Almost the whole sophomore class, in squads of twos and threes and sixes, visited Dale's rooms during that week. No Soph wanted to miss a sight of a captive bowl-man. Ken felt so callow and fresh in their presence that he scarcely responded to their jokes.
Briefly, here's what comes off: The freshmen have the bowl in their keeping this year because they won it in the last fight. They are to select one of their number, always a scrappy fellow, and one honored by the class, and they call him the bowl-man.
But for ten years neither class has captured the other's bowl-man. So they have fought it out on the field until the bowl was won." "Well, what has all that got to do with me?" asked Ken. He felt curiously light-headed. "It has a little to do with you hasn't it, fellows?" said Dale, in slow, tantalizing voice. Worry Arthurs lost his worried look and began to smile and rub his hands.
"Ward, look here," added Dale, now speaking sharply. "You've been picked for the bowl-man!" "Me me?" stammered Ken. "No other. The freshmen were late in choosing a man this year. To-day, after your stunt holding up that bunch of sophomores they had a meeting in Carlton Club and picked you. Most of them didn't even know your name. I'll bet the whole freshman class is hunting for you right now."
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