both teams were on their mettle. In the stand given over to the cohorts of Fairview there was a big crowd, of which a goodly part were girls from the co-educational institution. Their shrill cheers, songs and cries mingled with the hoarser shouts of the Fairview lads.
"I wonder if Madge and the others are cheering against us?" asked Tom, as he passed the ball to Simpson.
"Well, you can hardly blame them for sticking up for their own college."
"No, that's so. Say, they're a lively eleven, all right, aren't they?"
"They sure are! Never mind, though, Parsons, we'll go through 'em all right."
There had been many changes in the Fairview eleven, but some of the lads who had played before were on the team. There was Lem Sellig, who played quarter, instead of in his old position of left half-back, Frank Sullivan was at right end, and Roger Barns was full-back; Ted Puder was playing left guard.
The practice was over, the toss had been made, and Randall was to kick off. Bean Perkins had led his cheerers in many songs and college yells, and the colors on his cane were frayed from much waving.
The referee's whistle blew, and Kindlings, with a final glance at his own men and those of Fair-
