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| Twenty-five yards with four Muggledorfer men hanging on his legs | Frontispiece |
| "Aye ent care to stop," he said. "Aye kent suit you, Master Bost" | 20 |
| He pulled himself together and touched Ole gently | 26 |
| There wasn't a college anywhere around us that didn't have Ole's hoofmarks all over its pride | 33 |
| Martha caused some mild sensation | 63 |
| My, but that girl was a wonder! | 74 |
| "Har's das spy!" he yelled. "Kill him, fallers; he ban a spy!" | 120 |
| We spent another five minutes hoisting him aboard a prehistoric plug | 125 |
| He may have been fat, but how he could run! | 132 |
| Naturally I was somewhat dazzled | 147 |
| He was so bashful that his voice blushed when he used it | 151 |
| With our colors on and four particularly wicked-looking chair legs in our hands | 167 |
| Our peculiar style of pushing a football right through the thorax of the whole middle west | 205 |
| "If you don't like that beanbag, eat it" | 220 |
| He invited Miss Spencer to go street-car riding with him | 246 |
| You can always spot these family friends | 252 |
| It was a blow between the eyes | 264 |
| "How are all the other good old chaps?" she said | 270 |
| Why, they even made us cut chapel to go walking with them | 280 |
