James, and Betts, Hart delivered himself of the following opinion:
"Boys," he said slowly, "that's a great game; jingo! Say, really! I'm glad I came to college."
"You've got to use your think-tank a bit," said Golatly.
The poor scrub players walked, but the 'Varsity men rode in a 'bus. As the clattering, rumbling vehicle went by, Hart made a mental statement that, although unexpressed, is worth recording, "I'll ride in that shebang soon," he said to himself.
As the freshmen walked down the path under the arched branches of the elm trees, a gray, bent old man, with a noble head and a kindly smile, stopped and spoke to them. He asked their class and names.
"Freshman or Sophomore, Junior or Senior," observed Golatly, as they walked on after the short interview, "we're all old Jimmie's kids."
It was irreverent in Terence to speak thus of the college president, but his words had an element of truth.
