In these happier days, in every live community, the turkey must
wait until the football game has been fought out. Then the adherents
of one eleven eat crow.
Gridley's great game of the year was scheduled to begin at three
o'clock.
However, a large part of the fun, at a really "big" game consists
in being on hand an hour ahead of time and hearing and seeing
all the fun that goes on.
Promptly at the tick of two o'clock the Gridley Band blew its
first blast, to the tune of "Hail, Columbia!"
The band was stationed close to the ground, in the center of the
stand reserved for the High School student body. Off the right
of the band rose four tiers of bright-faced, wholesome-looking
High School girls. To the left of the band sat the boys.
Across the field, on a much smaller stand, sat the hundred or
so followers of the team from Cobber. The Cobbers had no band.
Few feminine faces appeared on the Cobber stand. The Cobber
colors, brown and gray, floated here and there on the breeze in
the form of small banners.
Gridley's stand was brilliant with the crimson and gold banners
of Gridley H.S. These bright-hued bits of bunting waved deliriously
as the band's strains floated forth.
But as "Hail Columbia" belongs to all Americans, the Cobbers elected
to flash their bunting, too.
Suddenly the music paused. Then came pressing contempt for the
hostile eleven: "All coons look alike to me!"
Cobber's friends took the hint in an instant. To a man the visiting
delegation arose, hurling out the Cobber yell in round, deep-chested
notes.
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