"That means a shaking-up for us all right," said one of the players. "I can see somebody getting fired already."
"Do you suppose they intend to take the management away from me and Rand?" demanded Frapley. "I don't think that is fair. Rand was made manager by a popular vote."
"If they want me to resign, I'll do it," snapped the manager. He had been so severely criticised that he was growing tired of it.
"It's a shame that we can't run our club to suit ourselves," grumbled Nat Poole. "If the teachers are going to do it, maybe they had better do the playing too."
"Well, they'd play a heap sight better than you did, Nat," was the remark of another student.
Doctor Clay's announcement created such a stir that the students could think of little else during the day. All felt that from henceforth football, baseball, and track athletics would become a regular part of the institution.
In the afternoon a notice was posted up in the Hall and in the gymnasium, calling a special meeting of all who were interested in the football organization. The meeting was called for Tuesday afternoon at four o'clock, and the call was signed by Mr. Dodsworth and Mr. Dale.
"They are not going to let any grass grow under their feet," remarked the senator's son, as he and Dave read the notice.
"Shall you go to the meeting, Roger?"
"Of course. And you must go, too, Dave. I know Mr. Dale and Mr. Dodsworth want all the fellows to be there."