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 "Did you see what Yale did to the Army, Tom?"

"No, I wasn't able to get over to New Haven."

"Weren't you, really? Well, Yale piled up 31 to Army's 10."

"I was just reading it," said Loring, coming into view from behind his paper. "Yale's finally got a winning team, I think."

"That's what you hear every year," said Clif. "Then it doesn't come off! Still, she must be a heap better this year to run up 31 against Army. Brown didn't do so badly, either."

"What did she do?" inquired Tom innocently. "Beat Vassar?"

"She beat St. Bonaventure, 19 to 0, and that's—"

"Saint Who? What high school's that, Clif?"

"Shut up! It's the 'high school' that scored against Cornell two or three weeks ago, and a team that can do that—"

"Where do you get that stuff? Everybody scores on Cornell. It's quite the proper thing to do this year. Colgate did it, and Williams, and now Dartmouth."

"Yes, and what was Cornell doing while Dartmouth made a little old seven points?"

"That's what I was wondering," replied Tom. "Maybe she was having afternoon tea, eh?"

"Seems to me," laughed Loring, "you chaps are mightily interested in games that don't mean much to you. What about Wolcott's showing against Riverside Military? It doesn't make our score against Toll's look so fine, eh?"