"This is going to be a genuinely rough season for all weaklings." There was a quick making up of the roll.
"Tomorrow afternoon, at three sharp, you'll all report on the athletic field," announced Coach Morton, when he had finished writing down the names.

"Any man who fails to show up tomorrow afternoon will have his name promptly expunged from the squad rolls.

No excuses will be accepted for failure tomorrow." There was a crispness about that which some of the fellows didn't like.
"Won't a doctor's certificate of illness go ?" asked one fellow laughingly.
"It will go---not," retorted coach.

"Pill-takers and fellows liable to chills aren't wanted on this year's team, anyway.

Now, young gentlemen, I'm going to give you a brief talk on the general art of taking care of yourselves, and the art of keeping yourselves in condition." The talk that followed seemed to Dick Prescott very much like a repetition of what Coach Luce had said to them the winter before, at the commencement of indoor training for baseball.
As he finished talking on health and condition Mr.Morton drew from one of his pockets a bunch of folded papers.
"I am now," he continued, "going to present to each one of you a set of rules, principles, guides---call them what you will.
On this paper each one of you will find laid down rules that should be burned into the memories of all young men who aspire to play football.