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If for economic or social reasons any of this is impossible, there is a weakness in society that calls for prompt repair. STARR: First Steps in Human Progress, pages 149-158. JESSOPP: The Coming of the Friars, pages 87-104. GILLETTE: Constructive Rural Sociology, pages 170-178. CARNEY: Country Life and the Country School, pages 18-38.
"But the geranium?" persisted Ravenel, clutching at the end of flying Romance's trailing robe. "Means half-past," shouted Sammy from the hall. "See you to-morrow." "During the recent warmed-over spell," said my friend Carney, driver of express wagon No. 8,606, "a good many opportunities was had of observing human nature through peekaboo waists.
Harvard was played to a tie that year; Princeton was beaten by six to two, the two standing for a safety that Princeton forced the Army to make. Lieutenant Carney was one of the happiest men on the station. From having a team rather below the average, he had produced an Army eleven that was destined to go down as famous in American military life.
"Oh, you ain't like to git his rough edge," put in Carney, easily. "Guess you're payin' a premium?" asked Shaky. "I'm going to have three years' teaching." "Three years o' Skitter Bend?" said Slum, quietly. "Guess you'll learn a deal in three years o' Skitter Bend."
Say, Carney," turning back to the bar complainingly, "wher's them durned brandy 'cocks' Mr. Tresler ordered a whiles back? You're gettin' most like a fun'ral on an up-hill trail. Slow eh? Guess if we're to be pizened I sez do it quick."
Dodging with marvellous agility and craft three Army men who sought to bar his way, Dave went pantingly over the Army goal line -scoring a touchdown! What a fearful tumult ascended from the seats of the Navy's sympathizers over on the stands! The Navy had proved itself, by scoring the only touchdown. Lieutenant Carney groaned inwardly.
How he was a noted "waddy," or cattle-rustler; how he and his gang had held up three trains in eighteen months; how he had killed Tom Mooney, Bob Carney and several others these were the sorts of things that were being said about him, and from the bottom of his soul he resented his impotency to clear his name. There was something in Bannister's riding that caught Helen's fancy at once.
Now there came another play. Again the Army's left wing was used. There was a short, desperate scrimmage. The Army had gained four yards, yet lost -what? For, out of that scrimmage came Dick and Greg, each limping enough to be noticed. "Is it a trick, this time, or real?" wondered Conch Carney, who did not care to be caught napping again. "Five -nine -seven -two -eighteen!"
After the early discouragements of the game that seemed luck enough. Lieutenant Carney was the personal embodiment of joy as he recalled the signal of Brayton and the sullen headshakes of Prescott and Holmes. "That was a ratty and clever piece of acting, to throw the visitors off their guard!" chuckled the Army coach. No time was lost in lining up again.
Besides, I'm not going to stand by and see a friend dragged into a thing of this sort " "A friend, Carney," exclaimed his wife. "Well, it's possible, my dear, that he may be a friend. I know so many chaps in London who might be doing this sort of thing, don't you know. Who knows but the chap who's writing her these letters may be one of my best friends? It doesn't pay to take a chance on it.
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