That performance during the
third act was enough to disgust one."
Her escort smiled. "Oh, you take it too seriously," he said.
"Those boys don't mean anything. That was merely Youth--
irrepressible Youth, on a tear. You wouldn't spoil the fun?"
"It may have been Youth," returned his companion, "but it sounded
more like the end of the world. It was a little too much!"
A bevy of shop-girls came bustling forth from a gallery exit.
"Rah! rah! rah!" they mimicked, whereupon the cry was answered by
a hundred throats as the doors belched forth the football players
and their friends. Out they came, tumbling, pushing, jostling;
greeting scowls and smiles with grins of insolent good-humor. In
their hands were decorated walking-sticks and flags, ragged and
tattered as if from long use in a heavy gale. Dignified old
gentlemen dived among them in pursuit of top-hats; hysterical
matrons hustled daughters into carriages and slammed the doors.
"Wuxtry! Wuxtry!" shrilled the newsboys. "Full account of the big
game!"
A youth with a ridiculous little hat and heliotrope socks dashed
into the street, where, facing the crowd, he led a battle song of
his university. Policemen set their shoulders to the mob, but,
though they met with no open resistance, they might as well have
tried to dislodge a thicket of saplings.
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