Now, every day-laborer's son seems to think he ought to go to High School-----" "And be received with open arms, on a footing of equality," sneered Porter.
"It's becoming disgusting," muttered Bayliss.

"Not only do these cheap fellows expect to go to the High School, but they actually want to run the school affairs." "I suppose that's natural, to some extent," speculated Porter.
"Why ?" demanded Bayliss, turning upon the last speaker in amazement.
"Why, the sons of the poorer families are in a majority, nowadays," returned Hudson.
"Say, you're getting almost as bad as Purcell," warned Porter.
"If I am, I apologize, of course," responded Hudson.
"I've no real objection to the sons of poorer men coming to the High School," vouchsafed Paulson, meditatively.

"But you know the cream, the finer class of the High School student body, has always centered in the school's athletic teams.

And now-----" "Yes; and now-----" broke in Bayliss harshly.
"Why, these fellows, who are not much more than tolerated in the High School, or ought not to be, make the most noise at the meets of the training squads," continued Paulson.
"And some of 'em," growled Fremont, "actually have the cheek to carry off honors in scholarship, too.

Take Dick Prescott, for instance." "Oh, let the muckers have the scholarship honors, if that's all they want," retorted Bayliss "A gentleman hasn't much need of scholarship, anyway, if he's an all-around, proper fellow in every other respect.