ity were on hand when the Excelsior lads arrived at Morningside, and they were noisily greeted. A few minutes later the Trinity lads arrived and then pandemonium broke loose.
"Say, this is great!" cried Joe, as cheer after cheer, and school-yell after school-yell, rent the air. "I guess we'll have some fun after all, Tom."
"Oh, sure. It's jolly."
The managers of the parade were rushing wildly to and fro, trying to get things in shape for the start. Lads who had not seen each other for some time were exchanging greetings, and the members of the various nines were talking "shop" to their hearts' content.
"Get in line! Get in line!" cried the marshals. "We're going to start."
The lads were to parade around the Morningside diamond, as a sort of tribute to the winning team of the league and then go down through the town to the public square, where the yelling, cheering and singing would take place. Then they were to come back to Morningside for the feast.
The band struck up a lively air and a silence fell over the crowd. Then, out from the midst of the throng came the lads of Morningside.
