d earnestly and
enthusiastically, why then it all comes down to _fight_! And so it's
fight that's going to win the game.

"You fellows must do your part, though. You must be right back of the
team, every minute--and let them know it. Cheering helps a team to win,
no matter what anyone may say to the contrary. Only cheer at the right
times, fellows. Just making a noise indiscriminately is poor stuff. But
I don't need to tell you this, I guess, because your cheer leader knows
what to do better than I do. But let the team know that you're right
with them, backing them up all the time, fighting behind them, boosting
them along! It counts, fellows, take my word for it!

"And now there's one other thing I want to say before I make way for
someone who can really talk. It's this, fellows. Don't forget the team
that has helped us all season, the team that doesn't get into the
limelight. And don't forget the coach, who has worked just as hard,
perhaps a good deal harder, to develop that team than I've worked. I'm
going to ask you to show your appreciation of the unselfish devotion of
Coach Boutelle and one of the finest second teams Brimfield has ever
had!"

Mr. Robey bowed and retreated and Childers jumped to his feet.

"A cheer for Coach Boutelle, fellows!" he shouted. "A long cheer and a
whopper!" And, when it had been given lustily: "And now one for the
second team!" he cried. "Everyone into it! One--two--three!" The
enthusiasm was mounting high now, and, after the cheer had died away,
there were demands for a song. "We want to sing!" proclaimed the
meeting. "_We want to sing!_"

Childers held up a hand. "All right, fellows! Just a minute, please!
We've got a guest with us this evening, an honoured guest, fellows.
Those of you who know football history know his name as well as you know
the names of Heffelfinger and DeWitt and Coy and Brickley and--and many
others in the Football Hall of Fame! I know you want to hear from him
and I hope he will be willing to say a few words." Childers glanced at
Doctor Proctor and the latter, smiling, shook his head energetically.
"He says he will be glad to, fellows," continued Childers mendaciously,
amidst laughter, "and so I'm going to call first for a cheer for--if the
gentleman will pardon me--'Gus' Proctor, famous Princeton and
All-America tackle, and after that we're going to listen very
attentively to him. Now, then, everyone into this! A long cheer for
Doctor Proctor!"

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