"I can't understand how those little middies managed to treat us quite so badly." "I can tell you," retorted Anstey.
"Then I wish you would," begged "Doug." "Go ahead!" clamored a dozen others.
"I don't know whether you fellows believe in hoodoos ?" asked Anstey.
"Hoodoos ?" "Yes; the Army is under one now." "Pshaw, Anstey!" "Explain yourself, Anstey!" "There is a man in this class," replied the Virginian solemnly, "who has been treated unjustly by the others.

Lots of you won't see it, and can't be made to reason.

But that injustice has put the hoodoo on the Army's athletics, and the hoodoo will strut along beside the present first class all the way through this year.

You'll find it out more and more as time goes on.

Just wait until next spring, and see the Navy walk away with the baseball game, too." "Stop that, Anstey!" "Put him out!" "Give him soothing syrup." "Wait until June, gentlemen," retorted the Virginian calmly.
"Then you'll see." "What rot!" sneered Jordan bitterly.
"Well, of course," admitted others in undertones, "we lost through not having Prescott and Holmes on the eleven.