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Updated: June 22, 2025
Then the Yale crowd broke into an original song, the words of which were: "Oh, hammer it out, Old Eli, Old Eli, As you always have, you know; For it's sure that we're all behind you, behind you, And we will cheer you as you go. We're in the game to stay, my lads, my lads, We will win it easily, too; So give three cheers for old 'Umpty-eight Three cheers for the boys in blue!
Then there was more cheering, and the freshmen of 'Umpty-eight were entirely happy. The man who followed Frank promptly flied out to first, which quenched the enthusiasm of the Yale gang somewhat and gave Harvard's admirers an opportunity to make a noise. Frank longed to get in his score, which would leave Harvard with a lead of but one. He felt that he must get home some way.
'Umpty-eight yelled like a whole tribe of Indians, wildly waving flags, hats and handkerchiefs, as the freshman boat shot out upon the lake, with Merriwell at the stroke. They did not row in the buff, as the weather was too cold, but all wore thin white shirts, with "'Umpty-eight" lettered in blue on the breast.
Poor sophs! Why don't they get out and walk? They could get along faster." That seemed to break the sophs up, and then a great shout went up as the freshman boat forged into the lead. They soon led the sophs by a length, and crossed the line thirty feet in advance. Then Rattleton keeled over, completely done up, but supremely happy. How the freshmen spectators did cheer! "'Umpty-eight!
"They might raise a rescue party and follow us." "But they wouldn't frop any chost I mean chop any frost with us." "Pwhat's thot?" came suspiciously from the driver. "An' is it not softmores ye are yersilves?" "Of course we are," returned Harry, instantly. "Thin pwhat fer do ye yell fer 'Umpty-eight?" "Oh, it's a way we have.
There was no band to welcome 'Umpty-eight back to New Haven. No crowd of cheering freshmen was at the station, and those who had gone on to Cambridge to play and to see the game got off quietly very quietly and hurried to their rooms. Merriwell was in his room ahead of Rattleton. Harry finally appeared, wearing a sad and doleful countenance.
Everybody seemed bound for Lake Saltonstall. They were going out in carriages, hacks, coaches, on foot, by train, and in many other ways. The road to the lake was lined with people. The students were shouting, singing and blowing horns. One crowd of freshmen had a big banner, on which was lettered: "'Umpty-eight, she is great, She will win sure as fate."
"Where is Merriwell?" was the question that went around. A committee was sent to search for him, and they returned with him on their shoulders. He tried to get down, but he could not. Uncle Blossom climbed on a box and shouted: "Three cheers for 'Umpty-eight, the winners!" The cheers were given. Easy Street leaped on another box and yelled: "Three cheers for Frank Merriwell, the winning oar!"
Then the sophomores determined on a quick, sudden rush, but it happened that the freshmen had decided on a rush at the same moment, and the two bodies of lads plunged forward as if at one signal. "'Umpty-eight! 'Umpty-eight!" yelled the freshmen. "'Umpty-seven! 'Umpty-seven!" shouted the sophomores. Crash! They met! Then there occurred one of the liveliest struggles of the season up to that date.
One fellow on a bicycle had followed them till he felt sure of their destination, and then he had turned back and told the others, who hastily secured teams and flew to the rescue. "'Umpty-seven! 'Umpty-seven! 'Rah, 'rah! 'rah!" yelled the rescuers as they charged upon the freshmen. "'Umpty-eight! 'Umpty-eight! 'Rah! 'rah! 'rah!" howled the painted lads in return.
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