THE BATTALION.
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can hold stakes. Any other of yon fellows want to put any
money on it?” asked Vannel.
“Here’s ten dollars,” said the Sophomore president ac
cepting the challenge to his class.
That night the Sophomore and Freshmen classes both
had a meeting. After the meeting the two classes had a
fight and the Freshmen were badly whipped.
“That’s all right, the next time we tackle them, we’ll
surprise ’em,” said Can tel as he wiped the blood and dirt
from his face.
Five minutes before 4 o’clock Monday evening the entire
student body of Oldfield college was gathered near block No.
12, on Market street. The Sophomores were gathered off to
themselves. Their president was talking to them. “I think
it will be something like this, boys. Some Freshy will come
prancing up the road while the others stand around and
cheer. If that’s the way it turns out, we’ll let the boys who
board here on this block take care of him, and if any of the
other Freshies take a hand, then we’ll go in and wipe ’em off
the earth.”
A minute before the post office clock struck four Cantel
and Bonner drove up in a closed carriage on the opposite
side of the block from where most of the crowd was gathered.
“All right, the clock is striking four, let me out,” said
Cantel.
“Poor Freshy,” said a Senior, as Cantel stepped jauntily
out of the carriage and started down the road.