Many tolerated him, and some of the boys treated him with a fair amount of comradeship.

Yet the lawyer's son was no prime favorite.
"Order!" rapped out the coach, sharply.

"This is training work.
You'll find the minstrel show, if that's what you want, at the opera house next Thursday night." "How well the coach keeps track of minstrel shows!" called another gibing voice.
"That was you, Parkinson!" called Mr.Luce, with mock severity.
"Run over and harden your funny-bone on the punching bag.

Run along with you, now!" Everybody laughed, except Parkinson, who grinned sheepishly.
"Training orders, Parkinson!" insisted the coach.

"Trot right over and let the funny-bone of each arm drive at the bag for twenty-five times.