“Well, I like ‘Red’ Reilly instead of, say, Kendall. And I’ll bet you’ll see Slim playing one end or the other before long.”
Mr. Cade accepted the paper and tucked it away in a pocket again. “Well, I said this was just for amusement,” he observed, untroubled. “There may be some good material coming in that we haven’t heard of, too. You never know where you’ll find a prize. Were any of last year’s freshmen promising?”
“I don’t know, sir. I didn’t see much of the youngsters.”
“Seen Tenney yet?”
“Yes, he blew in this morning. He’s going to make a good manager, I think.”
“Hope so. Did he say anything about the schedule?”
“Yes, he said it was all fixed. Hillsport came around all right. I don’t see what their kick was, anyway.”
“Wanted a later date because they held us to a tie last season,” said the coach, smiling.
“Gee, any one could have tied us about the time we played Hillsport! That was during that grand and glorious slump.”
“Grand and glorious indeed!” murmured the coach. “Let’s hope there’ll never be another half so grand! Well, I’ll get along, I guess. By the way—” Mr. Cade hesitated. Then: “I hope this store isn’t going to interfere too much with football, Emerson. Mustn’t let it, eh? Good captains are scarce, son, and I’d hate to see one spoiled by—er—outside interests, so to speak. Don’t mind my mentioning it, do you?”