Hu Flung Fings 'Em

"Harr! Harr! That's a lot of Baroni," said the Sage of Age to his consumptive sidekick, Wun Lung Gon, who had been making disparaging comments about the Harlow team. "Why, Harvard Towers way over Princeton. A Crimson victory appears Pearson the books."

"Oh, I don't think that's Eben Finney," replied his sour, dour friend. "And Frankely, I think we'd better get behind a Sandbach; here comes a Tiger aerial bomb."

"They're going into a Hubbell again. Heath going to throw another path," he lithped. "Either he Kinniry's not going to be able to win the game for us. But if we Glick, WE'll win 14 to 7.