The School Four

TO Sumner more than to any one else of the Westcott School was due the fine spirit of caution and determination with which the eleven faced the momentous game with Trowbridge. H...

THE rest of the day Roger spent in moping, fuming, and intermittent attempts to divert himself by reading or work. Feeling wholly without appetite, he did not go down to luncheo...

SATURDAYS Roger usually had to himself. On these days he took advantage of his freedom to visit the library or a museum, or strolled about the city, entertaining himself with th...

“A splendid race!” he cried exultantly, as he grasped the hand of the victorious captain; “a splendid race! That’s the way to do the thing,—get the lead in the first half of the...

PRESIDENT JOHN, glorious in apparel and self-importance, strutted along the boat-house float, blowing cigarette smoke into the faces of waiting oarsmen, playing the patronizing...

DUNN’S change of heart was not as sudden as it seemed. A boy often builds for himself a certain structure of false principle which it gratifies his vanity to consider his perman...

“I have so much to tell you about the crew this time and such a wonderful story of luck that I must answer your questions right off at the beginning or I shall surely forget to....

JUBILATION and swaggering self-satisfaction reigned triumphant at Westcott’s Monday morning. Certain small boys who had acquired a habit of arriving half an hour before the time...

THE first skirmish in the feud that was bound to arise came on the following day at Adams’s, when a group of fifth and sixth lads, thinking themselves safe in the shadow of the...

TALBOT and Sumner were the Westcott members of the general committee which was to consider the protest of the Newbury captain. They did not lack advice as to what to say and wha...

STOVER, whisking home in his automobile, turned the incident over in his mind, and decided that he would say nothing about it,—if the others didn’t,—at least until after the gam...

WESTCOTT’S was in some ways a bit old-fashioned. Holidays were grudgingly given, visitors were not suffered to intrude on recitations, and every school day was made a working da...

WHEN the Westcott boys gathered Monday morning at the corner outside the school building, every third comer bore a newspaper in his hand and hot indignation in his heart. Only t...

ONLY a week remained before the first league game—that with Newbury. Having already had experience in the position, and being a lad who used his eyes and ears more than his lips...

NEVER did small boy yearn for the swimming-hole as Roger Hardie for the next practice. He lay awake for an hour, going over the details of the stroke as he hoped to use it. He h...

MEANTIME the school had heard the proclamation of the sin and its punishment, and looked upon Wilmot’s vacant seat. The exile was missed. Dunn chuckled ecstatically over the amu...

THE next morning—it was the day for election of a football captain—Roger found Pete and Jack Sumner in the cloak-room talking earnestly together. “I want to ask a favor of you f...

THE delighted Westcott lads poured after their team to the dressing rooms in a turbulent stream. The forward ones thronged the limited space within, interfering with the progres...

WHATEVER his faults, the president of the new league possessed unquestionably the virtue of activity. While the Westcott boys, scattered up and down the coast from Long Island S...

ROGER HARDIE knew absolutely no one at Westcott’s when he moved into his room at Adams’s that fall. His father was engaged in the Argentine trade; and the day after Roger was sa...

HARDIE’S appearance on the football field unquestionably raised him from the condition of nonentity into which he had fallen, but it did not materially help him to get into the...

HALF an hour later, Roger Hardie was giving the last tug to his necktie before a square of looking-glass that still adhered to the end of the locker tier near the window, and Ta...

ON the following Tuesday—the day of the imposing appearance before the school of President John Smith—Hardie, having at last secured his playing clothes, presented himself on th...

THE first suggestion of the Triangular League came from a certain aspiring and nimble-witted graduate of the Newbury Latin named John Smith, whose surname, occurring on every pa...

PRESIDENT JOHN had his ballots ready. “I will distribute blank slips of paper,” he said, “and Mr. Frost will kindly gather up the votes. Those who think that the protest should...

Mac and his men burst forth in a howl of joy. Trask threw up his arms and yelled the news across the water to the crew of the quinquereme, who went wild with excitement. Their h...