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Updated: May 3, 2025
So Keg made a tour of Kiowa and Muggledorfer and Hambletonian and Ogallala colleges, lining up canvassers at a net profit of something like fifty dollars per head full or empty. When he blew in at the end of the year to spend Commencement week with us he was nothing short of an amateur Croesus. He bulged with wealth.
Of course you do. Did I tell you to stop in the middle of the field? What would Muggledorfer do to you if you stopped there?" "Yu ent tal me to go on," said Ole sullenly. "Aye go on, Aye gass, pooty qveek den." "You bet you'll go on," said Bost. "Now, look here, you sausage material, to-morrow you play fullback. You stop everything that comes at you from the other side. Hear?
If he found out he was to cut out that Smith and bring him to our house if he had to bind and gag him. If he didn't he was to bring all three if he could. There was a quiet and most reassuring tone in Maxwell's voice as he said: "I can." They evidently had their little troubles at Muggledorfer, too. "After we get them here," said Bangs earnestly, "we'll just pledge all three.
Miller was our center and as important to the team that year as the mainspring of a watch. The ponderous brain trust that sat on this case didn't decide it until the day before the big game with Muggledorfer; then they practically ruled that he would have to go back to last spring and take his chapel all over again. It took us all night to sidestep that outrage, but we did it.
When he tried to illustrate how thoughtful and generous Hogboom was he blundered into the story of the time Hoggy bet all of his money on a baseball game at Muggledorfer, and of how he walked home with his chum and carried the latter's coat and grip all the way. That made the Faculty wriggle, I can tell you.
Besides, we want him. What are we going to do?" "I know," I said. "We're going back to get Bost. I guess the man who started him can stop him." We left Ole still plugging north and ran back to town. The game was still hanging fire. Bost was tearing his hair. Of course, the Muggledorfer fellows could have insisted on playing, but they weren't anxious.
You'll sit around with the boys after dinner, and the man on your right, who is running a railroad, will be interested in that home run you made against Muggledorfer, and the man on your left, who won't touch a law case for less than five thousand dollars, will tell you that he, too, won the Perkins debate once.
The next afternoon we dressed Ole up in his armor he invariably got it on wrong side out if we didn't help him and took him out to the field. We confidently expected to promenade all over Muggledorfer their coach was an innocent child beside Bost and that was the reason why Ole was going to play. It didn't matter much what he did. Ole was just coming to a boil when we got him into his clothes.
Muggledorfer kindly consented to call time, and we started after the fugitive ourselves. Ten minutes later we met Hinckley downtown. He looked as if he had had a slight argument with a thirteen-inch shell. He was also mad. "What was that you asked me to stop?" he snorted, pinning himself together. "Was it a gorilla or a high explosive?
I couldn't think of anything else, so I slipped the word to Ole Skjarsen that Diggs was a Kiowa professor who was coming over to get notes on our team and tip them off to Muggledorfer College. I judged this would create some hostility and I wasn't mistaken. Ole began to climb over his fellow-students and I was just able to beat him to his prey. "Come on," I whispered. "Skjarsen's on the warpath.
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