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"Aye ent care to stop," he said. "Aye kent suit
you, Master Bost" 20

He pulled himself together and touched Ole gently 26

There wasn't a college anywhere around us that
didn't have Ole's hoofmarks all over its pride 33

Martha caused some mild sensation 63

My, but that girl was a wonder! 74

"Har's das spy!" he yelled. "Kill him, fallers;
he ban a spy!" 120

We spent another five minutes hoisting him aboard
a prehistoric plug 125

He may have been fat, but how he could run! 132

Naturally I was somewhat dazzled 147

He was so bashful that his voice blushed when he
used it 151

With our colors on and four particularly wicked-looking
chair legs in our hands 167

Our peculiar style of pushing a football right
through the thorax of the whole middle west 205

"If you don't like that beanbag, eat it" 220

He invited Miss Spencer to go street-car riding
with him 246

You can always spot these family friends 252

It was a blow between the eyes 264

"How are all the other good old chaps?" she said 270

Why, they even made us cut chapel to go walking
with them 280

AT GOOD OLD SIWASH

CHAPTER I

OLE SKJARSEN'S FIRST TOUCHDOWN

Am I going to the game Saturday? Am I? Me? Am I going to eat some more
food this year? Am I going to draw my pay this month? Am I going to do
any more breathing after I get this lungful used up? All foolish
questions, pal. Very silly conversation. Pshaw!

Am I going to the game, you ask me? Is the sun going to get up
to-morrow? You couldn't keep me away from that game if you put a
protective tariff of seventy-eight per cent ad valorem, whatever that
means, on the front gate. I came out to this town on business, and I'll
have to take an extra fare train home to make up the time; but what of
that? I'm going to the game, and when