Andy Miller was not the extremely nervous type, but, nevertheless, he had lost some fourteen pounds during the month and was far "finer" than Danny Moore wanted to see him.

So Andy, dressed in "store clothes," saw the Southby game from the side-line, hobnobbing with the coaches and Joe Benson, still on crutches, and with Norton, who, after smashing out two touchdowns in the first period, was also taken out to be saved.
There was no trace of the slump left, and the final score that Saturday afternoon was 39 to 7, and the school was hysterically delighted, which accounts for the added enthusiasm which kept them marching up and down the Row in the evening until the patience of a lenient faculty was exhausted, and Mr.Conklin, prodded into action by a telephone message from the Cottage, appeared and dispersed the assembly.
The second team was to go out of business on Thursday, and several members of it were eager to end the season with a banquet.

Freer and Saunders dropped in on Steve and Tom Sunday afternoon to talk it over and win their support.

It was a nasty day, rainy and blowy and cold, and most of the fellows were huddling indoors around the radiators.

Steve and Tom, on opposite sides of the table, were chewing the ends of their pens and trying to write their Sunday letters when the visitors came.
Steve was studiedly haughty, as, to his mind, became one who was unjustly suspected of dishonesty.