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That seems to be about all they can do, just as if we contented ourselves with yelling ''Rah for Bryan! 'One more for McKinley! I must say if they haven't any more notion of business than that they don't either of 'em deserve to get there." "In France," observed Mr. Dod, "they stick up little handbills addressed to their 'chers concitoyens' as if voters were a lot of baa-lambs and willie-boys.
Rah!" yelled the scouts, jumping to their feet. "Rah! Rah! Rah! Lieutenant Denmead!" "Kree-kree-eee!" shrilled the Hawks. "How-ooo-ooo! Yap-yap-yap! Skee-eee-eee!" barked and squealed the others. As the Scout Master raised his hand, silence fell upon the company again. "The plan for the two weeks of study is only preliminary," the lieutenant continued.
"I told you 'Allah' was some guy," he wheezed. "When does Covington arrive?" Wally reread the message. "It says 'Noon Friday. Why, that's to-day! He's here now!" "'Rah! 'Rah! 'Rah! Covington!" bellowed the trainer, and Mrs. Keap sank to a seat with a stifled moan. "Why all the 'Oh joy! Oh, rapture! stuff?" questioned Berkeley Fresno.
The Blowell stood straining at its cable at Round River dock when the scouts, numbering a troop, scampered aboard. Julia's cousins, Mae and Eugenia Westbrook, prided themselves on their nautical skill, and nothing could possibly be more promising for a day's sport than a sail on the Blowell. "Scouts! Scouts! Rah, rah, rah!" "True-Treds! True-Treds Sis-boom ma!"
Sir Hokus sang verse after verse of an old English ballad, and the Cowardly Lion roared and gurgled a song of his own making, which, considering it was a first attempt, was not so bad: I am the Cowardly Lion of Oz! Be good! Begone! Beware! Becoz When I am scared full fierce I be; Br rah grr ruff, look out for me!
He had never set up a valet; he had always waited on himself. Now, however, he was again at a loss. He was covered with railway dust and smoke, yet he saw no conveniences for ablution. While he stood there, a shout arose in the street outside. A single voice raised the cheer: "Hoo rah ah ah for Rothsay!" He went to the front window of the room.
"Yes, there she blows," remarked his companion, as a distant whistle sounded. "There they are!" "There's Tom!" "Hello, you old skate!" "You got here ahead of us!" "And there's Morse Denton!" "'Rah for Elmwood Hall!" "I see Joe Rooney." "Yes, and there's Lew Bentfield." "Hello, Bruce! Bruce Bennington," yelled Tom. "Hello Tom!
Hoo-hoo!" "Who's there?" cried Dick, starting up. Then, to the accompaniment of some giggling, came in feminine tones, high-pitched, the famous battle yell of Gridley High School. "T-E-R-R-O-R-S! Wa-ar! Fam-ine! Pes-ti-lence! That's us! That's us! G-R-I-D-L-E-Y H.S! Rah! rah! rah! rah! Gri-i-idley!"
Whoo-oop puff, puff! Off she goes! an' dat crowd stan's dar a-cussin' all curration an' demselves to boot! Yah, yah, yah! 'Rah for Marse Hesden!" Then the storm burst. Every possible story was set afloat. The more absurd it seemed the more generally was it credited.
Chee Poo Kaw Waupun Wigwam, Rah, Rah, Rah!! This club proved of value in a town of three thousand which had a dozen saloons and no organized work for boys or young men. It was supplemented by a brotherhood for the older boys. In the clubroom was a large fireplace in which a wood fire burned during the sessions. The room could be partially darkened.
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