"We High School fellows all want to be decent enough friends.

And how's the football?
I don't suppose the squad is full yet.

I---I half believe I may join and take a little practice." "Thinking of it ?" asked Dick, looking up coolly.
"Yes---really," replied Bayliss.
"See the coach, then; he's running the squad." "Yes; I guess I will, thanks.

Good morning!" Bayliss sauntered along, blithely whistling a tune.

He knew Coach Morton would give him the glad hand of welcome for the squad and the team.
"Oh, Mr.Morton," was Bayliss's greeting, as he encountered the coach near the school building steps.
"Yes ?" asked the submaster pleasantly.
"I---I---er---I didn't make the meeting yesterday afternoon, but I guess you might put my name down for the squad." "Isn't this a bit late, Bayliss ?" asked the submaster, eyeing the youth keenly.
"Perhaps, a bit," assented the confident young man.