Murdoch's limping to beat the band." "Oh!" grinned South.

"That was afterward; he got mixed up with my stick, and, I fear, hurt his shins." "Well," said Neil, when the laughter was over, "football seems deadly enough, but I begin to think it's a parlor game for rainy evenings alongside of lacrosse." "There won't be many fellows left for the Robinson game," said Sydney, "if they keep on getting hurt." "That's so," Livingston concurred.

"Fletcher, White, Jewell, Brown, Stowell--who else ?" "Well, I'm not feeling well myself," said Foster.
"We were referring to _players_, Teddy, my love," replied South sweetly.
"Insulted!" cried Foster, leaping wildly to his feet.

"It serves me right for associating with a lot of freshmen.

Good-night, Fletcher, my wounded gladiator.