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CHAPTER III 11
"Here's to Ninety-blank-- Drink her down--drink her down, Here's to Ninety-blank-- For she's always--- "
something that rhymed with the other part of Ninety.
Young put down his book for a minute.
They were coming still nearer.
He could hear some of the individual voices now.
Up Dickinson Street they came.
They turned the corner at Canal Street.
Now they halted.
Then a shrill voice shouted, "Now then, altogether, fellows, Hip! hip!"
"Ninety-blank! this! way!!" the many shouted in unison. It made a great noise.
Young opened his window.
"Once more," cried the shrill voice.
The call was repeated.
Young stuck his head out.
"Now then, fellows, a good rousing cheer for the honor of your class. Let everybody talk. Hip, hip!"
And the cheer fairly shook the house.
"Now then," commanded the clear, shrill voice, "Ninety-blank this way again once more--Hip, hip!"
Young drew his head in from the window and the next minute he was running downstairs three steps at a time.
He could not help it.
Two other Freshmen joined him from neighboring houses on the way to the corner.
There, with the street light glaring dimly upon them, stood the Freshman class, or most of it, closely drawn up
four abreast, cheering for itself with all its might. The Juniors were leading the cheers with energetic waving
of the arms; other Juniors were marshalling the forces.
Young and his two unknown companions began to run as they drew nearer, and those in the rear ranks hearing
their footsteps gave a yell of welcome. It sounded like a prolonged "Yea-a-a."
The three new-comers modestly fell in at the rear. A quick-stepping nervous Junior came down the line
looking each row over as he came along. He wore glasses, Young noticed, and a faded orange-and-black
blazer.
"Here, you big fellow, you'll do to go in front," he said, in a voice husky from cheering, and with that Young
was taken by the arm, led way up to one of the front rows, shoved in beside three other fellows, and the Junior
