“Who is that fellow over there” Brown remarked to his companion.
     “I guess he’s from Touch High” was the reply.
     All of us around who heard sent up whooping shouts of enjoyment, but Johnson took it easily enough.
     Just then Zufe and Day came along and said that they were going to patch up the gate at the west of the field.  So we went along and helped - naturally.  This accomplished, we went back to watch the finish of the mud-game.
     While thus engaged Martin Allen came up and gave me an order for place- cards.  He’s going to have the foot-ball fellows out to a banquet - it is always the custom