“Oh, that!” said Mr. York carelessly. “You’d like to, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, sir, I’d like to well enough, but——”
“Lots of chaps go through without a cent, or, at least, with almost no money. There were half a dozen chaps in my class at Warner who were a heap—er—who had less to spend than you have.”
Sam looked puzzled. “But how did they do it, sir? You mean scholarships?”
“Partly, in one or two cases. The trouble is with scholarships, Craig, that you usually have to work hard for them and you can’t ever be certain you’ll pull one down. No, the chaps I was thinking of were fellows who were rather prominent in sports—football, baseball, track. They found jobs waiting them. A couple were managers of frat houses, one was a sort of assistant in the Athletic Director’s office and had the programme privilege. There are quite a few jobs like that to be had by wide-awake chaps with—er—athletic ability.”
“Oh,” said Sam softly, “I see.”
[CHAPTER XVIII]
MR. YORK MAKES A PROPOSITION
“It works well both ways,” continued Mr. York. “The college gets the services of, say, a good football man, and the student gets an education. It’s a fair exchange.”