Dick looked up suddenly from his list.
"Fellows," he announced, "I've made one discovery."
"Out with it!" ordered Dan.
"Perhaps you can guess for yourselves what I have just found."
"We can't," admitted Hazelton meekly. "Please tell us, and save us racking our brains."
"Well, it's curious," continued Dick slowly, "but every one of these fellows—-I believe you've given me all the names of the 'soreheads'"
"We have," affirmed Tom Reade.
"Well, I've just noted that every fellow on my sorehead roll of honor belongs to one of our families of wealth in Gridley."
Dick paused to look around him, to see how the announcement impressed his chums.
"Do you mean," hinted Hazelton, "that the soreheads are down on football because they prefer automobiles?"