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He pinned the check to a half-sheet of paper on which he wrote, "Rah mit Prescott!" A few days later Mr. Schimmelpodt turned from Main Street into the side street on which Dick's parents kept their store and their home. "Ach! Und dere is de door vot that boy lives by," thought Mr. Schimmelpodt, just before he passed Dick's door. "Yen der game over was, und I saw dot boy go down -ach!" For Mr.
You could hear them shouting and laughing all over the town at the things they got him to say. I tell you he's a case, Tom is. Last election he was as stirred up as any of us. Hollered ''Rah for Collins' until he was hoarse and his mother brought him home and gave him syrup of squills because she thought he had the croup. What do you think he did, now?
His black hair was as long and heavy as ever. His black eyes had lost nothing of their keenness. His smile was just the same old, genial outbreak of good will, as he heard the wildly enthusiastic refrain: Rah for Funnybone! Rah for Funnybone! Rah for Funnybone! Rah! It was twilight when the train pulled up to the station.
Up went her best hat, and she burst out in a shrill, "Rah, rah, rah!" that sounded very funny coming all alone after the general clamor had subsided. "Good for you, Bab! you are an honor to the club, and I'm proud of you", said Prince Thorny, with a hearty handshake; for, as his man had won, he could afford to praise the rival who had put him on his mettle, though she was a girl.
They print everybody's portrait nowadays, from the common murderer up. Your ox is gored this time, that's all. Cheer up, old man Rah! rah! rah! Harvard!" "I never supposed they would make him look like that, or I wouldn't have let Fred have the photograph to give them," said Josephine, forlornly. "Do you mean that you gave it to them?" I asked, in horror. "It was to Fred I gave it.
"Because I'm trying to serve the commonwealth which is more than a drunken deserter from his ship can claim," he shot back hotly, "but I'm going to buy my share, never fear. Bill Leidesdorff's my agent. He has $5,000 and my power of attorney. That's fair enough, isn't it boys? Or, shall we let the sailor act as auctioneer?" "No! No!" a dozen cried. "'Rah for Sam. Go on! You're doin' fine!"
Read it! read! read!" 'You are far from being a bad man. Go, etc. Signed, 'Gregory Yates." Tornado of Voices. "Four Symbols!" "'Rah for Yates!" "Fish again!" The house was in a roaring humour now, and ready to get all the fun out of the occasion that might be in it.
Worn out, Vandover had just fallen, dropping forward upon his face with a long breath. He lay still, sleeping at last. The remnant of the great band of college men went down an adjacent street, raising their cadenced slogan for the last time. It came through the open window, softened as it were by the warm air, thick with damp, through which it travelled: "Rah, rah, rah! Rah, rah, rah!"
But in an instant Halsey was on his feet, regardless of rules of parliamentary procedure. "Give old ramrod the long corps yell!" he shouted. With hardly the pause of a second it came, and never had it sounded sweeter, truer, grander than when some hundred powerful young throats sent forth the refrain: "Rah, rah, ray! Rah, rah, ray! West Point, West Point, Armee Ray, ray, ray! "Prescott!"
And how they yelled and cheered those men whose first Class Day lay five, ten, fifteen, even twenty or more years behind them, as told by the banners which they so proudly carried. How they got their heads together and gave the "Rah! Rah! Rah!" with unswerving eyes on their leader! How they beat the air with their hats in time to their lusty shouts!
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