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At Good Old Siwash

At Good Old Siwash

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V Colleges While You Wait 105 VI The Greek Double Cross 135 VII Taking Pace from Father Time 169 IX Cupid—that Old College Chum 223 X Votes from Women 253 XI Sic Transit Gloria All-America 284

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Twenty-five yards with four Muggledorfer
men hanging on his legs
Frontispiece
"Aye ent care to stop," he said. "Aye kent suit
you, Master Bost"
20
He pulled himself together and touched Ole gently 26
There wasn't a college anywhere around us that
didn't have Ole's hoofmarks all over its pride
33
Martha caused some mild sensation 63
My, but that girl was a wonder! 74
"Har's das spy!" he yelled. "Kill him, fallers;
he ban a spy!"
120
We spent another five minutes hoisting him aboard
a prehistoric plug
125
He may have been fat, but how he could run! 132
Naturally I was somewhat dazzled 147
He was so bashful that his voice blushed when he
used it
151
With our colors on and four particularly wicked-looking
chair legs in our hands
167
Our peculiar style of pushing a football right
through the thorax of the whole middle west
205
"If you don't like that beanbag, eat it" 220
He invited Miss Spencer to go street-car riding
with him
246
You can always spot these family friends 252
It was a blow between the eyes 264
"How are all the other good old chaps?" she said 270
Why, they even made us cut chapel to go walking
with them
280

AT GOOD OLD SIWASH

CHAPTER I

OLE SKJARSEN'S FIRST TOUCHDOWN

Am I going to the game Saturday? Am I? Me? Am I going to eat some more food this year? Am I going to draw my pay this month? Am I going to do any more breathing after I get this lungful used up? All foolish questions, pal. Very silly conversation. Pshaw!

Am I going to the game, you ask me? Is the sun going to get up to-morrow? You couldn't keep me away from that game if you put a protective tariff of seventy-eight per cent ad valorem, whatever that means, on the front gate. I came out to this town on business, and I'll have to take an extra fare train home to make up the time; but

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