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Then more waving of flags, and yells for our prize captain and our agile quarter-back: "Rah, rah, rah, Jerry Wilson! Rah, rah, rah, Harriman! Western City, Western City, Western City! W-E-S-T-E-R-N-C-I-T-Y! Western City!" You have heard college yells, no doubt, and can imagine the tempo of these cries, the cumulative rush of the spelled out letters, the booming roar at the end.
Rah ... Wow ... Good-bye ... We'll treat 'em rough ... ashes to ashes and dust to dust if the Camels don't get you the Fatimas must...." And in the cantonments the soldiers said, " ... this lousy son of a badwoman of a shavetail can't put nothin' over on me ... say ... oh, I hate to get up in the morning, oh, how I long to remain in bed...." And in France the soldiers sang " ... there are smiles that make you happy there are smiles that make you sad.... The Knights of Columbus are all right but the Y. M. C. A. is a son of a badwoman of a grafting mess...."
Sandy seized a huge piece of the freshly-turned sod, and swinging it over his head with his strong young arms, he cried, "Three cheers for the first sod of Bleeding Kansas! 'Rah! 'Rah! 'Rah!" The farming of the boy settlers had begun.
Pesti-lence! That's us! That's us! G-R-I-D-L-E-Y -H.S. Rah! rah! rah! rah! Gri-idley!" "What's all that racket back there?" asked Clara Deane, turning at the head of the street. "Why, they're yelling and carrying that odious little Dick Prescott." "Must be dragging him off to give him a ducking, as he deserves," muttered Fred Ripley, gratingly. "No, no!
Try to think, and then it will be all right." Up from the street came the air of: "There were three crows," and the words: "Steven Maguire has schemed to be elected November fourth, Steven Maguire has schemed to be elected November fourth. Steven Maguire has schemed and schemed, But all his schemes will end in froth! And the people will all shout, Hurrah, rah, rah, rah.
The umpire shouted, "You're out!" but the roar from Oakdale's side of the field drowned his voice. The cheer captain was leading them with wildly waving arms. "Grant!" they thundered. "Rah! rah! rah! Grant! Grant! Grant!" "That sure was some lucky," said Rod, walking toward the bench. "Lucky!" rejoiced Cooper, jogging at his side. "It was ball playing! It was pitching!"
And the words of it were wonderful: "'Rah, 'rah, 'rah comrade!" David lay back on his pillow, his face shining with happiness. He would never forget that those soldiers of his father's regiment, the th New York, had called him comrade.
"Come on, fellows," he cried to the other boys, "let's give a yell for old Peter Westley." And the yell was given with a will! "L-I-N-C-O-L-N! L-I-N-C-O-L-N! Lincoln! Lincoln! Rah! Rah! Rah! Peter Westley! Pe-ter! West-ley!" Jerry tingled to her finger-tips. Gyp had yelled with the others, so had Ginny Cox, who had come back into the room. What fun it was all going to be.
How typical of life, and the end but no, the end was not yet; there must be some justice in life, some law of compensation. God must hear at last! The wind came tearing down from, the pine forest, surging through the hills till it became a roar. Ah, it had sounded like that at the game. They had called "Rah, Rah Sanderson" till they were hoarse, "Sanderson, Rah! Sander-son! Rah! Rah!"
"Why, the day I was there I walked all around and nothing happened. The fellows came and went, and seemed very quiet, not to say meek. I walked over the campus, and I expected every minute some big brute of a sophomore would smash my hat down over my eyes, and give a 'Rah! Rah! yell. But nothing like that happened. It was sort of disappointing."
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