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Monastery, Biggest Lion of them all, Albertson and Mack and Quintin, Rah! Rah! Rah! A full moon made it almost as light as day, and even dignified Albertson joined in the jovial song, while Billy Sparrow, dressed in his best blue broadcloth with its bright brass buttons, joined lustily in the chorus: "Rah! Rah! Rah! Albertson, Mack, and Jerry Quintin."
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.
Amos was too drunk to know whether he ought to be sad or rejoice. He did neither, but gave another loud "Rah for Mary Greenwater!" when a waiter led him to a seat.
The babel of friendly outcry which broke out on his entry was made up of jokes, ejaculations, questions, and congratulatory outbursts from all sides. "Good old T. T.!" "Give him a Harvard yell! Rah! Rah! Rah!" "Lend me fifty-five cents?" "Where's your tiara?" "Darned glad of it!" "Make us a speech!" "Say, people," said Tembarom, "don't you get me rattled or I can't tell you anything.
Everyone seems to think we're going to do Holwell good and proper." "I hope so," murmured Tom, as he bent over his writing. "I'm going to play my best, if they let me go in the game." "Oh, I guess they will," said Jack; and then the silence in the room was broken only by the scratching of Tom's pen. "'Rah! 'Rah! 'Rah! Elmwood!" "Three cheers for Holwell!"
"DEAR FRANK, Hooray! Hurrah! Rah! "I have made the acquaintance of 'The Mysterious Stranger'! It happened by a queer sort of accident, which came pretty near relieving you of the duty of replying to this letter. I was out in my little boat, which carries a sail too big for her, as I know and ought to have remembered.
It was one mad pandemonium of excitement, till the game was won, and the crowd woke up amid the "Rah, Rahs, Harvard, Sanderson." Anna's cheeks burned crimson. She clapped her hands to the final destruction of her gloves. She patted the roses he had sent her. She had never dreamed that life was so beautiful, so full of happiness. She saw him again for just a moment, before they left the park.
As a matter of fact, every one of them had risen to his feet by this time and was shouting out Phil's name. As he drew nearer they began to chant, keeping time with his footsteps and the music of the band: "Phil, Phil Phillip F! Rah, rah! Siss-boom-ah!" The Circus Boy grinned happily and waved his whip at them as he passed. "I hope I won't make a fool of myself," he thought.
Rah! But what do we find?" He paused, and lit a cigarette. "What do we find?" he asked again. "I don't know," said Mike. "What?" "A very judicious query, Comrade Jackson. What, indeed? We find a town very like London.
"That woman is simply wonderful," murmured my darling. "She is fifty-five if she is a day, but she will not give up." "Rah! rah! rah! Harvard!" I ejaculated hysterically. I felt that I was getting rattled, as my famous son calls it. "Look here, Cousin Fred," said Sam Bangs at my shoulder. "Seen the morning paper? Here he is cabinet size and a full family history annexed.
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