S. shall lug away all the points of the game from Cobber
Second. If we fail, then may everyone who espies me mutter: 'There
goes a dub!' May the word 'dub' haunt me in my waking hours, and
pursue me, mounted on the nightmares of slumber! May my best
friends ever afterward refer to me only as a 'dub.' For if I fail
the school, then am I truly a 'dub,' and there is no help for
me. If I fail, then may I never, so long as life lasts, be permitted
to lose sight of the patent fact that I _am_ a 'dub'! So help
me _Bob_!"
A roar of laughter and approval went up from all who heard. Coach
Morton tried hard to preserve his gravity, but his sides shook,
and his face reddened from the effort. At last he broke loose.
When he could control his voice Mr. Morton demanded:
"What genius of the first class invented the 'oath of the dub'?"
"It wasn't a senior, sir," Thomp confessed.
"What junior, then?"
"Not a junior, either."
"_Who_, then?" insisted the submaster.
"Tell him, Sam."
"That oath, Mr. Morton, required and received the concerted brainpower
of-----"
"Dick & Co.!" shouted the football squad in chorus.
A good-natured riot followed.
"Dick & Co. will soon get the notion that they're the whole High
School," growled Fred Ripley to Purcell.
"They are a big feature of the school," laughed Purcell. "You're
about the only one, Fred, who hasn't discovered it. Rub your
eyes, man, and take another look."
"Bah!" muttered Ripley, turning away.
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