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But when the submaster coach turned and saw Parkinson butting his head against the punching bag he called out: "What's the matter, Parkinson?" "Subbing for you, sir!" That turned the good-natured laugh of a few on Mr. Luce. Most of those present, however, had not been struck by the unusualness of his speech. Dick and Dave looked hard at each other. Both boys wanted to make the team as pitchers.
He died just before the son's birth, and two years later the mother married a bricklayer of London. The boy was sent to a private school, and later made his own way to Westminster School, where the submaster, Camden, struck by the boy's ability, taught and largely supported him.
Altogether, sir, we think we might make Gridley famous as a place where all who possess any real energy go in to keep it up through public athletics. And such classes of young men and women could have the use of our athletics field." By the time that recess was over the submaster certainly had enough thoughts to keep him busy. That afternoon Dick and Dave took Mr.
From the news that had come over concerning the Hallam Heights team there had been a good deal of fear that Gridley would, on this day, receive a set-back to its rule of always winning. Leading the Town to Athletics "Mr. Morton, we want a little word with you." "All right -anything to please you," laughed the submaster, looking at Dick and Dave as they came up to him in the yard at recess.
He sat down, red-faced, nor was his discomfiture decreased by hearing some of the occupants of the girls' seats giggle. "I shall question you about that at the next recitation. Mr. Prescott," nodded the submaster. "Ye-es, sir. I hope you'll have luck," Dick answered, absently. "What's that?" rapped out Mr. Morton. Dick, aroused, was on his feet again, like a flash. "I beg your pardon, Mr.
Morton?" asked the chairman, looking at the submaster. "Plenty, Mr. Chairman, if the Board will listen to me." "Proceed, Mr. Morton." The football coach thereupon launched into a swiftly spoken tirade against the "brand of coward and sneak" who would betray his school in such a fashion. Without naming Phin, Mr.
"If we have to, we'll fight for our lives as we fought for the game -on the square! Good citizens don't carry concealed weapons until called upon by the authorities to do it." "Bully for you, Prescott!" rang the voice of the coach. "You here, Mr. Morton?" cried Dick, wheeling and seeking the submaster. "Mr. Morton, you're not a boy, and you don't want to be mixed up in such affairs.
Then Dave took hold of the subject for a while, talking with great earnestness. Mr. Morton listened with increasing interest. "I think, boys, that you've hit upon an idea that will be of great service to our city," remarked the submaster. "Yet what put all this into your heads!" "Why, sir, it's our last year at the High School," replied Dick, smiling though speaking with great earnestness.
Good morning!" Bayliss sauntered along, blithely whistling a tune. He knew Coach Morton would give him the glad hand of welcome for the squad and the team. "Oh, Mr. Morton," was Bayliss's greeting, as he encountered the coach near the school building steps. "Yes?" asked the submaster pleasantly.
We're all of us in pretty good shape, too, I think, sir; but we're going out on this training hike to see if we can't work ourselves down as hard as nails." "I'd like to go with you," nodded the sub-master. "Can't you do it, sir?" asked Dick eagerly, for Mr. Luce was a favorite with all the boys. "Unfortunately, I can't," replied the submaster. "I'm expected at home.
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