Nine names are fixed--Game, Tipper, Ashley, Wibberly, and myself from Parrett's house, and Fairbairn, Porter, Coates, and Crossfield from the schoolhouse.

(Cheers and counter- cheers, and loud cries of "What about the Welchers ?") What about the Welchers?
That's what everybody wants to know! (Loud cheers.) Hereupon Mr Cusack rose in his place and asked if the House was aware that the Welchers' cricket club was started again; that he was the secretary; and old Mr Pil the treasurer, and Mr Riddell the president, that the subscription was two shillings and sixpence in advance, and that-- But here the enthusiastic secretary's announcement was drowned in the general laughter of the assembly, led by the Parrett's juniors, who roared as if they'd never heard such a joke in their lives.

"Won't be a joke when we smash you in one innings," shouted Cusack, standing on his seat to give emphasis to the challenge.

"Ho, ho! when's that to be ?" "When you like," cried the Welchers.

"Do you funk it ?" "Unless those juniors there hold their row," interposed Bloomfield, "I shall have them turned out of the meeting." Whereat the little breeze calmed down.
The President then called upon Mr Ashley to move the resolution standing in his name, which he did in a rather feeble speech.
"I really don't think it necessary to say much to prove that the school is degenerate.