Left Guard Gilbert

very formidable and Brimfield usually had little trouble with her. But this year things had gone wrong from the start of the ga

o expectations, and of all the veterans Tom Hall was the worst offender. Possibly Tom's shoulder still bothered him, but even that couldn't have accounted for all his shortcomings. Crewe, who played tackle beside Tom, was not a very steady man, and Tom's errors threw him off his game badly, with the result that, until Coach Robey put Pryme in for Tom in the third period, Canterbury made a lamentable numb

on the other hand, neither did he utter any criticism after the contest was over. Instead, he laid off more than half the line-up on Monday and Tuesday, and, since the weather continued almost

irst team journeyed away that afternoon to play Miter Hill School, and Don would have liked very much to have gone along. But Boots put his charges through a good, hard hour and a half of work, and Don had all he could attend to at home. Just bef

n. It was some game, believe me, dearie! And I want to tell you, too, that

Don. "What sort of a

, though, if Steve hadn't paced me most the way down and put the quarter out. Old Steve played like a whirlwind today. We all did, I guess. There was only one fumble,

hing? Three to

al. Rollins scored once, I scored on

ard p

rom Carmine. We fooled them finely. They never got onto it at all until Steve was over the line. Some of the fellows who were doing so much grousing last week ought to

seen it,"

dest celebration this evening; just Tom Hall and Clint Thayer and

are you

e village. We'll lea

ou try that," demurred

way open in case something delays us, though. We

in training and you know mighty well Ro

And he won't know anything about this because he's off for home on the seven o

it. And then you'll get the dickens from him and be

n't tell me they're both anthropeds or pods, or whatever it is, because I'm onto you as a dissem

n't. But, just the same, Tim, I w

"Why, bless you, dearie, we aren't going to cut-up. We're merely going to str

time," Don laughed. "Ther

dow. It has four alarm clocks, three pairs of cuff-links and a chronometer in it! Oh, it's swell! Do you realise, Don,

hey say there's a l

aches. Full every minute, too. I went a lot last Summer; had f

tha

Have a heart! Be on

ut I don't like to stand on the carpet and hear him sa

nd while they made a hurried toilet and rushed to dining

unforgiving, but eventually they melted. Don, now at the second training-table, presided over by Mr. Boutelle, saw that Coach Robey's chair was vacant, which fact bore out Tim's statement that the coach had gone home over Sunday. But, even granting that, Don didn'

him that Don finally relented. After all, there was no harm in the excursion if they got permission and were back in hall by ten o'clock. And it was a

lked a bit stiffly and confessed to "a peach of a shin," which probably meant something quite different from what it suggested. Only Tim, of the three first team fellows, had emerged unscathed, and he referred to the fact in an unpleasantly superior manner which brought from Tom Hall the remark that it was easy enough to get through a game without any knocks if you didn't do anything! Whereupon Tim flicked him across the cheek with an imaginary glove, the challenge was issued and accepted and the two fought an exciti

n of two village streets whereon were located the diminutive town hall, the post office, a fire house and five stores. They began with the druggist

uch beautiful soap, fellows. Pink and green and whit

green velvet box," begged Tim awedly. "Sciss

that hair-grower," announced D

y had, they decided, better uses for what little money they carried. Eventually they went inside, and sat on stools in front of the small soda fountain and drank gaily-coloured concoctions which, according to Tim, later, sounded better than they tasted. Having exhausted the amusement to be derive

ts for a football guide, explaining that he had always wanted to know some of the rules of that game! Don bought some candy and Clint a bag of peanuts, although the others protested that if they a

liberal estimate. Tom at last declared that he couldn't stand the excitement any longer; that his brain reeled and his eyes ached; and that he was going to find a quiet spot far from the dizzy whirl. So they adjourned to the grocery and butcher shop and talked learnedly of loins and shoulders and ribs. And Clint dragged what he alluded to as a "brisket" into the conversation to the confusion of the others, who had never heard of it and didn't believe in it anyway. Tom said Clint meant "biscuit" and that this wasn't a bakery. Then he caught sigh

for trolleying over to the shore, having a dip in the ocean and returning to school in good time. But Tim pointed out that the trolley line was a good half-mile distant, that he had not filled himself with radishes and was consequentl