Left Tackle Thayer

for Brimfield, like every similar institution, had its own ways and its own speech. Clint no longer said "Hello!" or "How do you do?" on meeting an acquaintance. He said "Hi!" an

the case might be. He knew that a Hall Master was an "H.M."; that he and one hundred and seventy-one other youths were, in common parlance, "Brims"; that a "Silk Sock" was a student of Claflin School, Brimfield's athletic rival; that Wendell Hall was "Wen"; Torrence, "T"; Hensey, "Hen" or "The Coop," and Billings, "Bill." Al

d, in the purchase of a suit of grey flannel at the local tailoring establishment. When completed--of course it couldn't be paid for at once--it was at least two sizes too large for him, such being the accepted fashion at Brimfield just then; had the pockets set at rakish angles, exhibited a two-and-a-half-inch cuff at the bottom of the trousers and contained a cunning receptacle f

nts had failed and he was regretfully removing the garment, "is tha

ged, and took his share of hard knocks and gruelling labour. Tyler having returned to his position on the second, Clint told himself that his last chance to make that team had vanished.

Robey took Cupples from the second, and Captain Turner, of the latter team, filled the vacancy with Bobbins, who, like Clint, was a new candidate. Clint viewed the proceeding gloomily. It seemed to him that he was more justly entitled to a place on

he announced. "Wh

eye along the blanketed line. "Tackl

it happened Danny's sharp green eye fell first on

keeping the record, called as Clint t

" answer

ucted Captain Turner

ded youth whom Clint knew well enough to nod to, played left guard. "Hi!" he s

ed Turner, at left end, "an

the second's line on the first play. Roberts, who played opposite Clint, was a big, heavy chap, and when he threw himself forward Clint, who had been playing

eft tackle! Play l

Carmine carrying the ball, was spoiled by Turner. Then came another attack on the left. Clin

varsity right half, was cutting in. With a lunge, Clint pivoted around Roberts and tackled hard and firm as the half-back came through. He was dragged a foot or two be

un him out and get him! Third

eir distance on fourth down. From the fifteen yards Kendall tried a field-goa

punt was imperative and Martin, the full-back, was called on. As Martin was a right-foot punter Clint had little to do save get through and down the field, and the instant the ball was snapped he dashed into his opponent, beating him by a fraction of a second and upsetting his balance beautifully. When the sound of boot and leather came Clint was past the 'varsit

erference,"

s. Turner leaped toward him, Carmine swayed aside and Turner went past. It was Clint who hurled himself at the quarter, wrapped eager arms about his knees and toppled him to earth so savagely t

field to the new line-up, turned to find Coach Robey beside

Hall at right guard. The fresh players saved the day for the 'varsity, for, although the second finally reached the twelve yards, it

ice things about his playing, ending with: "Guess we'll have

o be. Some fifteen fellows retired to private life or to their Hall teams and the rest were gathered into the second or went to the 'varsity to be tri

didn't fool me a bit. You tackled Carmine because he was in the way and you ran into him and put your arms around him to keep from falling on your nose. It was no brilliancy of yours that made the poor chap fumble the ball. You hit him like a load of bricks! If I'd been Carmine I'd have up and biffed you one! You were--were distinctly ungentlemanly, Clint. You should remember th

our silly mouth in about two minutes," replied Clint. "How did you happe

ppose his courage failed

anyone the way he beats you. I d

"you'll be playing football on the Varsity, old top

training table before long

ou'll get there; prunes and boiled rice. I'm not sure about the rice, either, at the second's table. I think the second simply has prunes. Boiled pr

o listen to!" exclaimed the other. "Ho

rfully. "I believe I'll send it to the Bulletin. I've

d Clint, folding the letter

hat the first letters of each line spelled 'The Bulletin is Punk.' Now when you want anything printed in the Bulletin you have to send a sworn s

Torrence, then, did they?" he inq

tion pains me

you deny

ary. Anyone knowing m

saved a co

elessly. "Some time, if you are good, I'll look it up. Meanwhile,