Great Teams and the people who love them

“My name’s Thayer and his is Byrd. We go to Brimfield Academy.”

Amy groaned. “There you go! That’s the sort of stuff I’ll have to listen
to from now on. I hope to goodness you choke on a prune! That’s about
all you’ll get there; prunes and boiled rice. I’m not sure about the
rice, either, at the second’s table. I think the second simply has
prunes. Boiled prunes for breakfast, roast prunes for dinner and dried
prunes for supper. I–I shall expect to notice a wonderful imprunement
in you very soon, Clint.”

“I fancy not. Have you met him since?”

“I’ll tell you.” Mr. Detweiler looked hurriedly at his watch. “I
happened to hear from Mr. Daley yesterday that your friend Durkin had
got in trouble. You knew that?”

team is nothing on earth but the ‘goat’ for the ‘varsity?”

The Thacher game was not especially interesting. Thacher faced Brimfield
with a light team, and, unable to gain consistently through the line,
reverted to kicking. This gave the visiting backs some good practice in
the handling of punts but gained the home team little advantage.
Brimfield rolled up twenty-six points in four ten-minute periods and was
scored on but once when, in the third quarter, Thacher managed a
brilliant field-goal from the enemy’s thirty-three yards.

it
The bag couldn’t be found, however, and Amy bore away his prize without
it. They paused at a neighbouring court to watch for a moment a
white-clad quartette of boys who were battling for the doubles
championship. “Semi-final round,” explained Amy. “The winners meet
Scannel and Boynton tomorrow. It’ll be a good match. What’s the
score, Hal?”

“What will you do then?” asked Clint.

jewelry store and that they were burying the things they had stolen
“We think,” interrupted Clint, “that they were the men who robbed the
jewelry store and that they were burying the things they had stolen.”

“It can’t be done, Beaufort,” he answered. “I’m not fighting today. You
come around the day after school closes in the Spring and I’ll talk
with you.”