Full-Back Foster

Only one thing troubled Joe, which was that he couldn't have Zephaniah with him. Faculty strongly disapproved of dogs, even very young and very small dogs, in the dormitories. S...

I should like to tell how Parkinson found herself in the last half of the game and won the contest. But nothing of that sort happened. Coach Driscoll started the third period wi...

The team left for North Lebron at eleven o'clock the next forenoon. The town that had the honour of containing Musket Hill Academy was not so far away in distance, but those who...

I think the experiences of the past week had cleared the air in Myron's case. Perhaps Andrew's curtain lecture at the hotel that Sunday morning had its effect. Perhaps, too, the...

The next morning Joe was as cheerful and smiling and good-natured as ever, but Myron wasn't yet ready to forget, and his responses to his room-mate's overtures were brief and ch...

Parkinson played Mapleton the first Saturday after the opening of school and had no difficulty in scoring as she pleased, confining herself mainly to old-style line-bucking atta...

The preliminary season came to an end the next day with the St. Luke's Academy game. Football affairs had become fairly hectic now and the school marched to the field behind a s...

"That's all, I guess," said Coach Driscoll in conclusion. "The main thing is to play hard, fellows, and play fast. I don't think we'll have to change our signals. If Kenwood was...

His name was Myron Warrenton Foster, and he came from Port Foster, Delaware. In age he was seventeen, but he looked more. He was large for his years, but, since he was well prop...

"Piffle! What's the difference? Any chap who can play half well can play full-back decently. Besides, I've got a strong hunch that you'd make a good one, Foster. You aren't as h...

At a few minutes past eight that evening Joe clattered hurriedly up the stairs of the house in Mill Street and thumped imperatively at Andrew's door. Just why he thumped didn't...

At dining hall it appeared that places had not yet been assigned and Myron was conducted to a seat between a large, stout youth who seemed afflicted with asthma and a shy, red-c...

The fact that the incident would never become known and make him look ridiculous made it much easier for Myron to forgive Joe for the trick. And the latter's account of the meet...

Joe made his leisurely way along the lane, his feet rustling the leaves that littered the grassy path. There had been a frost during the night and in shaded places it still glis...

Dobbins was gone the better part of half an hour and when he finally returned his expression showed that he had met with failure. "Still," he explained hopefully, "Hoyt says he...

"Not so much the first time, sir," answered Myron miserably. "It was when he came here. He didn't seem like a stranger then, and I thought he was what he said he was."

"Must be if he can teach Latin! I never did see the good of that stuff, anyway." Joe fluttered the pages of the book he had been studying. After a moment he said: "Say, Foster,...

There was hard practice that afternoon in preparation for the Musket Hill Academy game, and the second squad, in process of becoming the second team, with a coach and signals of...

Myron's connection with Parkinson School began inauspiciously. After an eleventh-hour effort to get his studies scheduled, and the discovery that he was required to take two cou...

"Well, I've got his number," announced Joe, discarding his cap and dropping into a chair. "He's a scrapper. He's had three or four mix-ups since he has been here, usually, as ne...

Myron had quite forgotten Paul Eldredge and the incident of the bread pellet and only remembered when he seated himself at table and caught Eldredge's unfriendly stare. As he wa...

Myron didn't know who "that Hoyt guy" might be, but he was sure that he or some one else had made a horrible mistake. Why, this big, good-natured, badly-dressed boy was the roug...

Chas Cummins proved a good prophet. On the following day Myron slipped into a niche in the first team, one of many hopeful, hard-working youths known as "first team subs." For a...

Myron isn't likely to forget for a long time the week that followed. Every afternoon at four o'clock appeared Andrew, armed for the fray, and for two hours of a hundred and twen...

The next forenoon Myron set off in a spare hour to find the tutor whose address Mr. Morgan had given him. If he had cherished the notion of possibly getting along without coachi...

"Looking for you, of course," replied Andrew easily as he seated himself on the bed. "Nice quarters you've got. Next time, though, I wish you'd locate further up on the alphabet...

But Jud didn't see Myron in the morning, for the reason that we know of. Only Joe was in Number 17 when the football captain knocked, and Joe was not telling all he knew. Accord...