"What class are you in ?" "Upper middle," replied the youth under the straw hat, displaying no disappointment at the scant praise.
"Well, March, kindly go down the field to that last squad and tell Tom Warren that I sent you.

And say," he continued, as the candidate started off, and he was struck anew with the oddity of the straw hat and wrinkled trousers, "you had better tell him that you are the man that punted that ball." "That chap has got to learn golf," said Outfield West to himself as he turned away after witnessing the incident, "even if I have to hog-tie him and teach it to him.

What did he say his name was?
February?
March?
That was it.

It's kind of a chilly name.

I'll make it a point to scrape acquaintance with him.