“Then if I won it throwing the hammer,” said Harry Partridge, “it wouldn’t be what you’d call appropriate, would it?”
“In a general way——” began Arthur.
“I’ve got it,” interrupted Lanny. “A purple silk pennant with a green laurel wreath inclosing the letters ‘C. H. S.’ in white. How’s that?”
“Sounds mighty good-looking,” replied Sears, and the rest agreed. Guy Felker, however, was a trifle impatient of the subject.
“We can find a design easy enough later,” he said. “The question is whether it’s worth doing.”
“It certainly is,” asserted Sears, and the others agreed.
“Anything that will convince the fellows that it’s worth while trying to do all they can for the team, is worth doing,” said Lanny decidedly. “Remember, Guy, that you and Skeet have got to persuade chaps to go in for stunts they’ve never tried, in many cases.”
“But won’t it look,” asked Arthur, “as if we were offering this pennant just to—to——”
“I get your idea,” said Lanny. “How would it do if we kept out of it and let the girls offer it? We might suggest it to them and let them do the whole thing. Louise Brent would be a good one to start it up.”
“That’s better,” said Guy. “We’ll keep out of it entirely. Suppose you attend to the—the negotiations, Lanny. You’re a popular chap with the ladies!”