The Ne'er-Do-Well by Rex Ellingwood Beach
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moving together as if to resist an attack, whereupon a mighty roar
went up. The cheer-leader increased his antics, and the barking yell changed to a measured chant, to the time of which the army marched down the street until the twenty athletes dodged in through the revolving doors of a cafe, leaving Broadway rocking with the tumult. All the city was football-mad, it seemed, for no sooner had the new-comers entered the restaurant than the diners rose to wave napkins or to cheer. Men stepped upon chairs and craned for a better sight of them; women raised their voices in eager questioning. A gentleman in evening dress pointed out the leader of the squad to his companions, explaining: "That is Anthony--the big chap. He's Darwin K. Anthony's son. You've heard about the Anthony bill at Albany?" "Yes, and I saw this fellow play football four years ago. Say! That was a game." "He's a worthless sort of chap, isn't he?" remarked one of the women, when the squad had disappeared up the stairs. "Just a rich man's son, that's all. But he certainly could play football." "Didn't I read that he had been sent to jail recently?" "No doubt. He was given thirty days." |
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