"
"If she wasn't a girl, I'd yell that over to 'em," laughed Dave.
The band was playing again, in its most rollicking rhythm, the
old air from "Olivette," "Then bob up serenely!"
The laughter started on the Gridley side, but it spread all the
way around to the Cobber seats.
As the minutes flew by it became apparent, from a survey of the
filled seats, that at least two thousand, outside of the Cobber
and the Gridley H.S. delegations, were present at the game. This
meant a healthful addition to the athletics fund.
By and by Cobber recovered its nerve on the seats. Cobber yells
floated forth on the air. Yet, for every sing-song taunt the
visitors found that the home fans had an apt retort. This was
where Dick Prescott's ready wit came in, for it was his task to
call for all the cheers, yells, songs or taunts.
Two-thirty came. Dick called for the High School song. The band
accompanied, while the entire student body sang.
At its completion Cobber answered, as might have been expected,
with cat calls.
Within the next few minutes Dick ran the H.S. boosters through
nearly the whole repertory of cheers and songs.
Then, just after quarter of three, Dave made an important discovery.
"Here come the teams," he whispered.
Dick, without turning to look, swung the megaphone so that its
wide mouth aimed straight at the band leader.
"You know what now, leader!"
In a twinkling the musicians rose. A cornetist flared forth with
a bugle call.
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