About thirty of the happiest, noisiest girls and boys we ever saw from the Columbia graded school, condescended, as some of them were heard to say, to "cross the line of civilization and come out here on April, the 29th to see their school win an easy victory over our boys from the sticks. But our rough untidy heathen from the hills were mean enough to make nine scores to the Graded School's one, in two endings (sic), whereupon the Columbians remembered just at this time they were needed at home and immediately bolted and would not even favor us with the yell of their institution as they had done incessantly from the time they left Columbia.

I hope they will come back and if they will agree to do so I will see to it that those old rough fellows out here that never attended high school and would not have sense enough to learn a college yell, don't get a score.