As for the singles, their disposition was simple. A number of lads signified their desire to enter into a competition among themselves, the best to be picked to meet Boxer Hall and Fairview contestants. Boswell was to be one who would enter the elimination trials, and he accepted the responsibility with an air of confidence that caused much secret amusement, and no little disgust. Snail Looper also expressed a desire to try, as did a number of others.
In the doubles a number of new lads, with whom we are not immediately concerned, entered, and as for the fours, some juniors and sophomores, together with a few freshmen, made up three combinations, the best one of which was to meet the rivals.
“As for the eight,” said Mr. Lighton, “which craft, in a measure will be regarded as the main varsity boat, we now have two crafts—the old one and the new. I suggest that there be elimination trials, and several friendly races between the two crews.
“In this way not only will you get practice, but you will have experience in pulling against another boat, which will stand you in good stead.
“I have also to announce that Mr. Pierson, whom some of you know as the old Cornell oarsman, has kindly consented to help me in coaching you. We will draw up a set of training rules, and I expect every man to follow them faithfully. Otherwise there is no use in going into this thing. Remember the condition of this magnificent gift to Randall was that she should prove herself a victor.”
“And she will!” cried Tom, while the others echoed his words.
There remained a few other preliminaries to arrange, and minor officials to select, and then the meeting of the athletic committee ended.
“Oh, I say!” cried Phil, at the conclusion. “I wonder if it’s too late to go see the girls?”
“Guess not,” agreed Tom. “I’m with you.”
“Same here,” echoed Frank and Phil, and they hurried to catch a trolley for Fairview Institute.