"I'll get tickets for you and Cousin Emily.

You're crazy about sports, aren't you, Cousin Emily." Mrs.Wyeth regarded him through her eyeglasses.
"I imagine," she observed, "that that remark is intended as a joke.

I saw one football game and the spectacle of those boys trampling each other to death before my eyes, and of you, Samuel Keith, hopping up and down shrieking, 'Tear 'em up' and 'Smash 'em' was the nearest approach to insanity I ever experienced.

Since that time I have regarded Doctor Eliot as President Emeritus of an asylum and NOT a university." Sam was hugely delighted.

"That's football," he declared.