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Schnurr enough, the Navy goat was hard on the heels of Mt. Auburn Street's saffron hued prognosticator. "I Donahoe I got into this mess," puffed Hu Flung Huey, abandoning his bottle, "but I hope this goat can beGuild."

"I hope he Knox Hill out'a him," muttered Wun Hug, Huey's girl friend, apparently referring to the horned quadruped, as Huey skirted down the sidelines.

"If I only had a Beebe Pellett, I might Hurt the critter," panted Hu Flung, now hommed in the coffin corner, "but I'm not out of the Woods yet."

"That goat will knock him Flathmann," cried Wun Hug, and Harlow will sabotage the Navy 3 to 0."