I wonder who got up that hoax." "Why, Dad, 'The Blade,' hints at some one down at the Business Men's Club." "Hm! I wonder who wrote the article." "Perhaps Len Spencer," replied Dick.

"You know, Dad, he's a great fan for all our H.S.

sports." "I can just see Jason Stone reading that article at _his_ breakfast table this morning," smiled Mr.Prescott.

"Stone is a great sail-trimmer, always afraid of the man who casts a vote." "What's the matter ?" asked Mrs.Prescott, coming in breezily from the kitchen.
Dick explained the news to his mother.
"Abolish football at the High School!" echoed Mrs.Prescott, indignantly.
"And I've been sharing your great wish Dick, to make the team when you're old enough.

They shan't do it, anyway, Dick, until you've had your chance on the eleven!" "No, mother," replied the boy, very quietly; "I don't believe they will." With a sudden rush of recollection of other pranks in which she had known her son to be engaged in the grammar school days, Mrs.
Prescott shot a sudden, wondering glance at him.