"Maybe we will," spoke Joe.
The other schools had their own specialties in singing, cutting queer capers, or in cheers, and made hits in their own way. Around the square marched the lads, and then, with a final chorus, rendered by all the students, the parade was over. Back to Morningside Academy they went, and sat down to what the papers described later as a "sumptuous repast; a feast of reason and a flow of soul."
Jolly good fellowship prevailed at the board. Speeches were made, toasts responded to, and baseball talk flowed on all sides. Hiram and Luke made remarks, as did the managers and captains of the other nines. Predictions were freely expressed as to who would have the banner the next year, and then came more singing, more cheering and more yelling.
The dinner broke up finally, and then the various managers and captains got together to arrange the Interscholastic League schedule of games.
"Well, it was all right; wasn't it?" asked Tom of Joe, when they were on their way back to Excelsior Hall.
"Fine and dandy," was the answer. "They're a nice lot of fellows—all of 'em."
