For that he gets called a 'mutt' and a 'dub' and a 'disgrace to the School' and, unless he's lucky enough to break a leg and get out of it before the big game, he has twenty-fours hours of heart-disease and sixty minutes of glory.
And his picture in the paper.

He knows it's his picture because there's a statement underneath that Bill Jones is the third criminal from the left in the back row.

And it isn't the photographer's fault if the good-looking half-back in the second row moved his head just as the camera went _snap_ and all that shows of Bill Jones is a torn and lacerated left ear!" "For the love of Mike, Amy, shut up!" pleaded Clint.

"You talk so much you don't say anything! Besides, you told me once you used to play yourself when you first came here." "So I did," agreed Amy calmly.

"But I saw the error of my ways and quit.
In me you see a brand snatched from the burning.