THE BATTALION.
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look showed that the Juniors were right. Every one of the
Sophomores had dropped almost instantaneously, and they
were still on the ground, but no one repeated the charge that
they were dynamited, and the crowd turned.
“It was foul play anyhow. Some of you Sophs stop
him, he’s not by yet!” yelled a Senior.
At this suggestion three Sophs made a dash for Cantel,
who, with a cane in each hand, was in a few yards of the
corner of the block. The first Soph caught the end of the
broken cane on his derby, and went down like a limp rag.
The other two staggered on a few feet and fell.
“Give them air, they will come to,” shouted Cantel as he
was picked up and carried off on the shoulders of the jubilant
Freshmen.
“Sophomores! Sophomores! This way Sophomores!”
shouted some one through a megaphone.
“Freshmen! Freshmen! Get together for a fight!”
yelled George Vannel. “Get together! The Sophs are going
to try to take your cane!”
In less than half a minute the Sophomores charged and
the fight began. An hour and a half later, by the united ef
forts of ten policemen, the mayor of Oldfield and the presi
dent of Oldfield college, the fight was stopped. The Fresh
men had possession of the cane and were having decidedly
the best of the fight when the fight was ended.
“Freshies, you are all right. You carried the cane by
the block and whipped them too,” shouted a Senior.