United States or Jamaica ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Morton demanded: "What genius of the first class invented the 'oath of the dub'?" "It wasn't a senior, sir," Thomp confessed. "What junior, then?" "Not a junior, either." "Who, then?" insisted the submaster. "Tell him, Sam." "That oath, Mr. Morton, required and received the concerted brainpower of " "Dick & Co.!" shouted the football squad in chorus. A good-natured riot followed.
"Does it hurt more when I press?" asked the submaster keenly. "Ah, I thought so! Prescott, you're not badly hurt for anything else; but your knee is in no shape to play this afternoon!" A wail of dismay went up from the team members. The rueful look in Dick's face deepened. "I was afraid you'd bar me out," he confessed. "I never felt so ashamed in my life."
You know, Drayne, you didn't behave very well last Thanksgiving Day." "I admit that my behavior was unreasonable, sir. But you know, Mr. Morton, that I'm one of the valuable men." "There's a crowd of valuable men this year, Drayne," smiled the submaster. "On the strongest pledge that I can give you, Mr.
They had moved in silence so far. "Take seats, please," requested Mr. Morton, in a low voice. "I'll be with you in a moment." The submaster then stepped over to a huge filing cabinet. Unlocking one of the sections, he looked busily through, then came back with a paper in his hand. "I think I know whom you both suspect," began coach. "Phin Drayne," spoke Dick, without hesitation. "Yes.
That very popular young submaster, only three years out of college, was the hugely admired coach who had led the Gridley eleven to victory during the last three seasons. He was as disturbed as anyone could have been over the rumored intention of the Board of Education to take some unpleasant action regarding High School athletics. It was a terribly unsatisfactory hour in IV. English.
"Wait until I come back," rapped out the principal, leaving the room. He went out to see that the building was being emptied of students, but of course he failed to discover that a few were hiding as nearly within earshot as they could get. Two or three of the teachers who had remained behind now left the room. The last to go was Mr. Drake, the submaster.
"Pull that fellow Prescott away from the door!" called Fred Ripley, anxious to start any kind of trouble against Dick & Co. Submaster Drake, forcing his way through the throng, calming the hottest-headed ones, turned an accusing look on Fred. The latter saw it and slunk back into the crowd. Bristow, still holding his handkerchief to his head, darted out of the building.
But the fellows chose me to lead the team this year, and the captain is the spokesman of the team. He also has to attend to its disagreeable business. Don't blame me, Drayne, and don't blame anyone else " "Captain Prescott!" sounded the low, but clean-cut, penetrating voice of Mr. Morton, submaster and football coach of the Gridley High School. "Coming, sir!" answered Dick promptly.
"Then be good enough to let me finish my remarks." This dialogue was spoken in an undertone, but the students guessed some inkling of its substance. The submaster subsided, but Mr. Cantwell couldn't seem to remember, just then, what he wanted to say. So he stood gazing about the room. In doing this he caught sight of the face of Purcell. "Mr. Purcell!" called the principal.
"This is the most fearful thing we've ever met, and we both want to think carefully before we trust ourselves to say another word on the shameful subject." So the two chums walked along in silence, soon parting to take their different ways home. At half-past two both chums met Mr. Morton at the High School. The submaster led the way to the office, producing his keys and unlocking the door.
Word Of The Day