"But I'll do my level best to do all that you call upon me for at my own little spot in the line." A din of Hanniston yells was now smiting the air.

Uncle Sam's midshipmen waited with patience and courtesy, but when their turn came they volleyed forth four times as much as the visiting howlers could supply.
"I hope Darry is in great form to-day," murmured the midshipman seated next to Jetson.
"He looks to be in as good shape as ever doesn't he ?" asked Jetson sullenly.
"Oh, I forgot," exclaimed the other.

"You don't like Darry any too well." "I've nothing against him that would make me want to see him in bad form," grumbled Jetson.

"I'm a Navy man and I don't want to see any but Navy victories." The toss had just been made, the visitors winning the kick-off.

At a sign from a Navy officer in the field the leader silenced his band and a hush fell over the gridiron and the seats of the onlookers..