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Updated: May 26, 2025
"'They gets to work an' all goes well, and when they was just 'alf finished, the bloomin' picket comes along an' pushes us out. I tries to get yer dressed but you was thinkin' you knew more about it than I did, an' you wasn't far wrong. I dunno meself how we got home. Anyhow, cobber, we both had our pockets gone gently through, for me feloose is gone as well as yours.
"Four bars of 'Hot Time' once more!" begged Dick Prescott, in a voice that sounded as if palsy-touched. The band blared out while the teams were changing ends. Once more Cobber got the ball on the kick-off. A massed rush was made for Gridley's goal, but it didn't get far.
So the ball actually went around the left end this time, Evans making the best sprint that was left in his stiffening muscles. He covered twenty-four yards before he was brought to earth. Here was where delay came in. While Cobber was fighting stubbornly to regain the pigskin, the whistle sounded the end of the second half. Gridley had won from the big enemy! Now pandemonium broke loose.
From all the rest of the H.S. fans came the roaring answer: "Lost! Suitable reward and no questions asked!" Then the Cobber fans hurled back this hint: "Brag's a great dog, Brag's a smart dog, Brag's a good dog, but Look out for the cat!" Cobber now developed their own famous bulldog tactics. From the seven-yard line Gridley moved the ball less than two yards in three plays.
He muttered only a few protesting groans on being shoved into his own share of the possie; and soon Mac had joined his cobber in the sound undisturbed slumber of an ordinary trooper.
He threw it back and began stacking ammunition cases in front of the dope. Gordon went out to get the others and start moving in the supplies and transferring the corpses to the truck for disposal. Randolph scurried off to start setting up his makeshift plant in the basement. Mother Corey was staring about when they returned. "Filthy," he wailed. "A pigpen. They've ruined the Coop, cobber.
There was hunger and strain on his face, but an odd authority and pride now. "I'll be doggoned. Whyn't you say he was with Murdoch?" "They want someone to locate Ed Praeger and see about getting some food shipped in from outside, cobber," Mother Corey told him. "They got some money scraped together, but the hicks are doing no business with Marsport. You know Ed just tell him I sent you.
It rolled out with full volume while the referee was placing the ball. By the time it died out Cobber's captain could be heard calling: "Four -nine -thirty-three -eight!" Trill-ll! Here, the heavier boys from Cobber began to do their fine work, and Gridley hearts sank. Cobber made a first down on three plays.
"You see, gentlemen," Coach Morton warned the football squad one morning at recess, "you've got to win. The school believes you can do it, and the town is beginning to believe it. If you lose to Cobber Second you'll forfeit the respect of all the thousands of Gridley folks who are now saying nice things about you." "Write it down," begged Thompson.
"We're going to beat Cobber Second off the gridiron." "Good!" cheered Mr. Morton. "That's the talk. And be sure you live up to it!" "We've got to live up to it," asserted Thomp, solemnly. "Right-o!" came the enthusiastic approval from as many members of the student body as could crowd within easy hearing.
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