Winning His "Y": A Story of School Athletics

Once past the gymnasium the sounds from the rink reached him clearly; the grinding and clanging of skates, the clatter of sticks, the cries of the players and, at intervals, the...

“All together! Cheer on cheer! Now we’re charging down the field! See how Broadwood pales with fear, Knowing we will never yield! Wave on high your banner blue, Cheer for comrad...

_Yardley_ _Broadwood_ Vinton, l. e. r. e., Bishop Coke, l. t. r. t., Booth Hadlock, l. g. r. g., Haines Fogg, c. c., Johnson Merriwell, r. g. l. g., Mills Little, r. t. l. t., W...

There may be better ways of putting one’s self in condition to do justice to a Thanksgiving Day dinner than paddling a mile and a half in a canoe, walking five miles after that...

A gray day, still and cold. The river winding away into the misty distance, a green ribbon of glaring ice. A thin powder of crisp snow over the frozen earth and a feeling in the...

There was a sensation the next morning when Mr. Collins announced after Chapel that the hockey cup had disappeared from No. 28 Clarke. “It is only to be supposed,” said the assi...

At eleven they were paddling up the river against a stiff tide with the wind quartering the canoes from across the marshes. There was a big pasteboard box of luncheon in Alf and...

“Not there!” Gerald turned and stared at the table and from the table to Dan’s hands and from thence to his face. “But――why, I put it there not two hours ago!”

When they had crossed the bridge the four talked a while of the comet and then Dan and Alf turned to the right toward the little buff house wherein Payson, the football coach, h...

They were in 7 Dudley, a cozy, comfortable room on the first floor of the dormitory. The hosts, Alf and Tom, were stretched out on the window seat, their legs apparently inextri...

That _was_ a cheer! They might almost have heard it at Broadwood! “_Rah, rah, rah! Rah, rah, rah! Rah, rah, rah! Vinton!_” And after the cheer every fellow shouted his applause...

The next day was Sunday and there was church in the village in the forenoon and a big dinner afterwards, and at two o’clock Dan and Gerald were sprawled out in 28 Clarke, making...

“Andy, I wish you’d wrap some tape around here,” said Alf, presenting his wrist to the trainer. “I sent Pennimore up for my wristlet but I guess he couldn’t find it.”

Dan and Alf and Gerald leaped to their feet and ran to the bank. Then they looked at each other in blank dismay. Below them the wet sand still showed where the canoes had rested...

“The enemy approaches,” he announced. Below him, up the hill, approached the Broadwood barge, its lamps boring holes in the darkness. He could hear the straining of the horses,...

“That,” explained Andy, “will make thirteen of you instead of twelve, and it ain’t likely that either of you or Hiltz will get in the race with Broadwood, but, of course, someth...

By eleven o’clock the next forenoon the thaw had begun in earnest, but it was too late to cancel the game. Rock Hill appeared on the scene promptly and at a quarter to three the...

Mr. Pennimore’s return to Sound View was delayed a week, and so it was after Dan’s success at the election when Gerald was summoned to the telephone in the school office one mor...

Room F was one of the larger recitation rooms in Oxford, a rectangular, high-ceilinged apartment, with tall windows along one side and a dismal expanse of blackboard occupying m...

January dragged past and examinations came to an end with no serious results for any of these in whom we are interested. The hockey team defeated Greenburg easily, lost to Carre...

The old Cider Mill, a dilapidated two-story building from whose roof and walls the rotting shingles were fast falling away, stood――and for that matter still stands――on the Broad...

Well, Yardley had cause for rejoicing that day, and rejoice she did; she rejoiced all the way back to Wissining; she rejoiced all during supper and she continued to rejoice unti...

It was a very tired and rather sick Gerald that bumped home in the coach with his head on Arthur Thompson’s shoulder. He was thoroughly used up, and that was all there was to it...

As soon as the runners had gotten away the spectators at the old Cider Mill set out along the country road for the finish, a mile away toward Broadwood. Some few had bicycles, b...

Broadwood was yelling madly, encouragingly to her plucky runner, who, seeing his adversary’s plight, was making one final effort to wrest the victory from him. But he was still...

Yardley Hall School is at Wissining, Conn., and Wissining――for it is no use looking at your map unless it is a very detailed one――is on Long Island Sound, about halfway between...