. St. Nicholas [serial]. olks do, said Mr. Putnam. Wesure do need your shoulders on the team, headded, as if to himself. He looked up. Someone was telling me you went over to the city,he went on. Like it? For a moment Dan scowled straight ahead—then his reserve gave way in a flood of words. I was too thick-headed, he burst out. Icould nt make change fast—could nt think theway I needed to—kept making mistakes. Oh,I liked the city—but the city did nt care for me. The principal did not speak for a minute. That s too bad, he said at length. But Ishould think that you d want to come to schooland le
. St. Nicholas [serial]. olks do, said Mr. Putnam. Wesure do need your shoulders on the team, headded, as if to himself. He looked up. Someone was telling me you went over to the city,he went on. Like it? For a moment Dan scowled straight ahead—then his reserve gave way in a flood of words. I was too thick-headed, he burst out. Icould nt make change fast—could nt think theway I needed to—kept making mistakes. Oh,I liked the city—but the city did nt care for me. The principal did not speak for a minute. That s too bad, he said at length. But Ishould think that you d want to come to schooland learn how to think fast and straight—how tomake your mind hop around, and lie down androll over, just like a well-trained what school is for, you know. Lets see —you d take geometry. Our teacher of geom-etry is a wonder. Our course in football is good;and then along in the spring we have a specialcourse in baseball that teaches you how to holdyourself tight and think like lightning in a A TOUCHDOWN BY BALTIC WOULD TIE THE SCORE (SEE NEXT PAGE) Then theres the Clarion Club. Bob Clark is thepresident—seems to me he said you used to be amember. The club runs the school paper an old member you would be eligible forassistant editor, or manager, or something. Running errands would be about my place,Dan said, rather gloomily. Well—we need a good errand-boy, Mr. Put-nam responded. I—dont think I 11 come, said Dan. But that night as he sat in his room, half-un-dressed, staring moodily at the flickering gas-light,the thought of his old motto came to him or lose! Probably there was nothing inwhat the principal had said about school—butthere might be. It was a sporting chance. I 11 try it! Dan muttered suddenly. The weeks passed slowly. Dan tackled schoollife with a grim determination. He was familiarwith the sting of defeat—he longed to taste thejoy of victory. He became a reporter for theClarion and a member of the football t
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