“I don’t care for so much hero worship,” Katharine replied. “It makes me sort of mad. After all, David, it takes just as fine qualities to be the hero of a scrub team as of the varsity.”
CHAPTER XIV
ANTI-CLIMAX
A week after the game David stopped one afternoon at Lester’s room and found him in a discontented mood.
“I can’t stand anti-climax,” Lester said. “And now that the game is over, everything is by way of being anti-climax for me. And a fellow can’t just take things comfortably; he has to do a lot of petty, sordid studying. While I was playing football I fell behind in most of my courses; now I have all that work to make up. If my father would give his consent, I’d leave college and go into business.”
“That would be a foolish thing to do before you’ve got your degree.”
“I’ve got out of college all there is in it for me. It seems a waste of time to stay on for just a piece of parchment. I’m beginning to feel cramped. I need space to expand in.” Standing in front of the fireplace, Lester stretched and swelled his big frame, doubled his fists and flung his arms out from the shoulders. “I want to get into the game—the big game—quick. Schoolboy life—I’ve had enough. I’m no student.”
“You don’t need to tell me that. Still the degree counts for something.”
“Mighty little in the business world. Six good months wasted, hanging on here!”
“What should you do if you cut loose now?”