the school when it decided against paying for one the other night. The fellows blame Mr. Grayson for that, by the way, and I suppose that's one reason why they don't subscribe more liberally to the Fund. There's a wretched kick-off for you!"
"Did Bert Cable do that, Dick? I thought he usually kicked splendidly."
"He does the best he can considering that he doesn't think it worth while to cock the ball any," replied Dick dryly. "Bert evidently thinks that pile of sand out there is to look at. If he'd tee the ball up properly and—Good work, Clearfield!"
Kent, the purple-legged right guard had broken through and smeared Highland's play behind her line, and an approving cheer arose from the stand. Highland tried an end run and made four yards and then attempted a forward pass which failed. With almost ten yards to go, she got a fine long punt away and her ends raced up the field under it and, undisturbed by the wretched attempt at interference put up by the Clearfield backs, nailed Cottrell in his tracks. For six of the ten minutes constituting the third period Highland, playing desperately, held her opponent away from her goal line. Then a fumble by Lanny worked to Clearfield's advantage,
