even if the Committee hadn't decided against a coach, it wouldn't have made any difference. There isn't anyone to get."
"Well, we've got to have someone," insisted Morris, aiming his apple-core at the rubbish barrel and missing it badly, "even if he's not much of a coach. Lanny can't run the First Team and the Scrub and look after the new fellows too. No one could. Besides, who ever heard of a football team without a coach?"
"It seems to me," said Pete Robey, "that there ought to be some grad who could do it."
"That's what I say," agreed Sears. "There must be, too, if we'd look for him. Of course he might not know a lot of football, but he'd be better than nothing, I dare say."
"It's Grayson's fault," said Bingham, a tall, bespectacled sophomore. And Bingham, as unpopular a boy as there was in school, for once found support.
"I'll bet it is," muttered another, between mouthfuls of sandwich. "He's always been down on football."
"And everything else we've ever tried to do," supplemented Bingham with a vindictive glare through
