BAD NEWS FROM WEST POINT Bump! The ball, hit squarely by the toe of Wolgast's football shoe, soared upward from the twenty-five-yard line.

It described an arc, flying neatly over and between the goal-posts at one end of the athletic field.
"That's the third one for you, Wolly," murmured Jetson.

"You're going to be a star kicker!" "Shall I try out the rest of the squad, sir ?" asked Wolgast, turning to Lieutenant-Commander Parker, this year's new coach.
"Try out a dozen or so of the men," nodded coach, which meant, in effect: "Try out men who are most likely to remain on the Navy team." "Jetson!" called Wolgast.
Jet tried, but it took his third effort to make a successful kick.
"You see, Wolly, who is not to be trusted to make the kick in a game," remarked Jetson with a rueful smile.
"It shows me who may need practice more than some of the others---that's all," answered Wolgast kindly.
With that the ball went to Dave.

The first kick he missed.
"I can do better than that, if you'll give me the chance," observed Darrin quietly.
At a nod from Coach Parker, Dave was allowed five more trials, in each one of which he made a fair kick.
"Mr.Darrin is all right.

He won't need to practice that very often, Mr.Wolgast," called coach.
Then Dan had his try.