he succeeded in producing some semblance of quietness.
"You all know what we're here for," went on Teeter.
"No, we don't; tell us!" shouted some one.
"We're here in the first place to make a protest against the way Hiram Shell and Luke Fodick managed the baseball team to-day," went on Teeter, "and then we'll consider what can be done to make things better. We ought to have won against Morningside to-day, and——"
"That's the stuff!"
"That's the way to talk!"
"Hit 'em again!"
These were a few of the cries that greeted Teeter's announcement. He was very much in earnest.
"This isn't a regular session of the athletic committee at all," he resumed. "It's a protest meeting, and it's going to be sort of free and easy. Any fellow that wants to can speak his mind. I take it you all agree with me that we ought to do something."
"That's right!" came in a chorus.
"And we ought to protest against Hiram's high-handed method. What about that?"
"That's right, too," responded several. Joe
