human
All over, Frank would shout.
gpt
Lights out.
human
Three cheers for our own little quarterback,
gpt
Sit down, you fish, shouted Turner.
human
You didn't even see the game.
gpt
O, but I have ears. All the little birds sang it as I was coming up from the boathouse this evening.
human
How's the Freshman crew coming on?
gpt
I'm on the second now. You should have seen us scare the First boat this afternoon. Had a mile spin. Started up by the Quinnipiac bridge, and finished at Tomlinson, points you land-lubbers know nothing about.
human
And the Second was licked, of course?
gpt
Only by a blade, my son. We gave them the race of their lives, fairly tore down the river, scared the oysters and all that sort of thing, to say nothing of the First Freshmen.
human
And when do they put you in the first shell?
gpt
Great stuff, Codfish, said Turner, laughing.
human
I think you have confidence enough to steer the 'Varsity crew over the course at New London right now.
gpt
Sure thing, said that worthy.
human
There's nothing to it. Mind over matter, as I hinted to you once before; kind of scientific attitude.
gpt
For heaven's sake, what have you got there, a prehistoric horse?
human
No, my little halfback, it is a guitar, and having finished unwrapping the instrument, he swung it over his head.
gpt
I'm going out for the musical club stuff. I must have some activity, some life; can't get it with two grumps like you fellows, so I must go after it.
human
Jove, groaned Frank,
gpt
When I was a student at Cadiz I played on the Spanish guitar--
human
You'll be a student in Hades if you don't let up! shouted Turner.
gpt
We can stand anything excepting the picture of you as a student at Cadiz. Please desist.
human
O, tush, old fellow, your soul is not attuned to music. What's the next line? I seem to disremember it----
gpt
When I was a stoogent at Cadiz. strum, strum, strum, strum,
human
I played on the Spanish guitar.
gpt
Good night! yelled Frank.
human
Come on, let's go to Poli's and hear some real music. We'll let the Codfish be 'a stoogent at Cadiz' all to himself.
gpt
S'matter? said the musician reproachfully.
human
Well, if you must go, good night. I cannot frivol my time away at Poli's vaudeville when true art is stirring in my soul.
gpt
Let her stir then, said Frank.
human
We're off,