Dick Merriwell's vim, or, The greatest game of all


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Dick Merriwell's vim, or, The greatest game of all

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Dick Merriwell's vim, or, The greatest game of all
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Jsnud W6ellly. By Subscription $2-so per year. Entered as Second Class Matter at t/le N. Y. Post Office, by STREET & SMITH, 1138 Willia• SI., N. T. Entered accordinc lo Act of ConJ'eSS in the year in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, Wf!Sllinrton, D. C. No. 349. NEW YORK, December 20, 1902. Price Five Cents. DICK Mt:RRIWt:LL ' S VIM: OR, . T he G reatest Game of All. , • By BURT L. STANDISH. CHAPTER I. A WILD DAY AT FARDALE. Having discovered thlt individually he could not overcome Dick Merriwell, Chester Arlington set about planning an entirely new , method of procedure. Never for a moment did Chester give up the idea that some day he would convince all Fardale that he was in every way Merriwell's superior. Arlington was not the kind of a fellow to give up. l}ut at last he was forced into a most awkward posi tfon, where he could not continue as the openly avowed enemy of Dick without making himself appear mean and contemptible. In this strait he seemed to give over all efforts at hostility and become something of an admirer of Mer riwell. In his unyielding heart he hated Dick as intensely as He had feen galled by the thought that twice Dick had saved his life; but the time came when he was able to clutch the hand of Miguel Bunal and keep the fellow from throwing a knife at Dick's back, upon which c;:hester felt that he had repaid the debt owed Merri well. "He saved my life, and I have saved his," reasoned Arlington. "We are even on that score." • And he really felt that he owed Dick nothing. For a time it seemed that Chester might lose pres tige in his own but he was clever enough to keep his grip there. There had been remarkably few clashes between the plebes and third class fellows. The plebes had been overawed by Dick Merriwell and his class, but Chester set about arousing them to a demonstration that would show they no longer stood in fear of the class above them.

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, 2 TIP TOP vVEEKLY. He planned the affair carefully, taking pains to let t e eling hi s bloo d leap i11 a twinklin g. ntJ hint of his reach of any second take the stairs, fellows! " "\Ve'v e got to . . clas s fellow. One day he struck. A s drill b ro ke ttp the plebe s made a ru s h for tl1e barracks in a body. They swa.nned up the s tairs , an? the second clas s met with a surprise when it attempted to . foll ow. Those. p l ebe s were a rmed with stuffed clubs, &ladders , squirt-guns and of that sort, and they fell o n th e v an of the third class in a mercile s s m a nner. " G ive it to ' e m , fellow s I" cried Che s ter, who was in " Let them take B ttnker : they can! S oqk 'em I" Bi ff !-the stuffed clubs fell o n the heads of the sur pri sed seco nd clas s boys. B oo mp !-the bladders "Come on, Merriwe .11 l " shouted Chester , hl!aring J:?icl<'s voice and seeing him. "We'll show you how the Yankees repul s ed the Briti s h 011 Bunker Hill!" Brad Buckhart gav e a roar. He did not stop for anythingi but o v er the s qi.1irming lads he went and up the '\itairs he started. 1 '"Wh o op! " he shouted. "Can't no onery of pewli11g, y apping plebe s keep this unbranded Maverick back! Make ioo ni up the1:e, for I'm going to bul:t right in, you bet your boots 1" Bim !-something stn1ck him the shoulders. Whack I-something struck on his head. S\vish !his ear was fine? with water. But he didn ' t st o p for th os e things . He kept on s tru c k them . Swi sh-$pat !-the s qu i rt-guns threw until he was clos e to the head of the stair s . Then the i r s treams into their eye s . attack was so sudden that jhe ranks went tumbling back on those behind, and with a gTeat crashing and yel!ing the whole mass swept to the foot of the stairs, where the y s prawled and kicked arouncl in . a heap of heads, arms , legs a11d bodies. Ab o ve on the s tair s and over the railings hung the excited and delighted plel,Jes, y elling clo\vn in triumph. Dick and Brad B1.1ekhart had not been with the foremost to . seek to climb tl1e. s tairs, a1fd they were s _ tartled and astonished by the s udden uproar. '"Whatever has broke foose n o w , pard ? " exclaimed the Texan. "Sounds like a \Vhole tribe of Apache Injuns at a scalp dance. " They pre ss ed up the st
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 3 the stairs in a sudden rush, seeking to get hold of the fourth class chaps who were mocking them and laughing at them. "'\iVell, dern my picter if this ain't fun!" squealed Obediah Tubbs , who was with the plebes. He leaned over the rail and swatted Chip J olliby over the head. Then something happened. The rail bro ke! • With a great crash, Obediah was precipitated on the heads of the foremost chaps . on the stairs. Obediah was a mammoth in size, and he swept everything and every one before him . . J olliby's stuttering shout was cut short as the fat boy landed on their heads. Down the stairs the class fellows . were swept before Obediah, who rode easily, though sprawling, upon their bodies, as they went bumping from stair to stair. The building fairly shook, and the uproar that rose was such a sound as had not been heard within its walls in many moons. There were wild shrieks when the mass of lads landed at the fo o t of the stairs. Some of the boy s were bruised and hurt, but Obediah was not harmed in the least. "Dern my picter !" he repeated again. Then he gathered himself up with most • . l surpnsmg celerity and went bounding up the stairs before any of the Merriwell crowd could clutch and hold him. "He! he! he!" he laughed , shrilly . "That's just like down hill on a terboggin. Come on an' let me ry it ag'in . " But some of those b o ys did not feel like making . nother attempt to climb the stair s . Their shins had een barked, cuticle had been scraped off in many laces, one fellow ' s nose was bleeding, another had een kicked in the mouth and his lips c11t, and another eared his sh o u i der was disloc a ted. The b adly injured 1 ere led out to the open air , while Dick urged the . to on . until they c o uld go ab out the attack jf some systematic manner. . ' The triumphant plebes sang and shouted from the top of the stairs, mocking Dick and his class. It was a wild old day at Fardale. CHAPTER II. LASSOED. This sud d en uprising of the plebes had been totally by the second class . The upper cla sses to o k no p art in the struggle . Affairs of this sort at Fardale were always settled without interference of . the upper classes, the members of which were willing enough to witness the sport, but had very little oppor tunity on this occasion on account of the place where the encounter was occurring. I In this encounter the football team was divided again s t it s elf. With the plebes were O b ediah Tubbs and Earl Gardner, both of wh o m were now rec o g nized members of the eleven. Tubbs had been so throughout the season, while Gardner had won a place l a tely by determination and merit. Both Tubbs and Gardner were warm friends of Dick Merri w ell, but on this occa sio n they were arrayed against him, standing with their class. Arlington had been careful to make it a battle of clas s es; but he felt that a victory of the plebes w o uld give him renewed power in his persistent efforts to demonstrate his superiority to Merriwell. "Here, Bradley , " said Dick Merriwell, catching hold of the Engl i sh youth, "I want y o u to hustle to the gym . and bring back as many strong ropes as pos sible . There is a coil in the corner b y the bathroom door. It' s a small, stout rope. Be sure to bring that. Take Scudder with y o u." "Hall right," s aid Bradley. "Come h on, Scudder." The two hurried away. While they were gone, Dick organized a party to charge up the stairs , and he led them . T h e char g e wa s a desper a te o ne , but the plebes had all the advantage , and a g a in they be a t the ass ailants ba ck. They h oot "Oh, g: 1 jeered at Dick. f'.1erriwell !" cr i ed Che s ter ,

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4 TIP TOP WEEKLY. laughing. "Why don't you take Bunker Hill? You a r e so s ucc:essful at everything you do, y o u should h ave no trouble at this!" "Come on, pard !" 1..1rged Buckhart, whose eyes were red , but who had washed the pepper from them and re-"For the l ove of goodness , come with me a minute!" "Can't leave the s tairs . . " objected Chester. "Only for a minute ," urged Marsh. "I want to show you something. Y o u can eome right back here. ' " He took Chester to a wind o w a t tl1e front of th turned to the scene of the conflict. "Let's go up anybuilding , from which the y could look doy1n to th wa y ! '1 . \not her charge was organized, and this time the sec o nd cla ss boys forced their way to the upper stairs, where they fought hand to hand with the plebes, who b a tted th e m over their head s with the weapons at h a nd. It w as a furi o u s s truggle, but finally tho s e be hind gav e ' n y , and Dick found they were to be hurled u ack . The n , with Buckhart , he seiz ed upon Obediah T ubb s . The fat b o y , a gain dragged off upon them, once more sw e pt eYerything before him to the foot of the stairs. But thi s time he was not able to scramble up and D i d / h eld to him an c l dragged him toward the door. "Hey!" s queaked Obediah . "\!\That in thutteratiorr y o u tryin ' to do?"' ''The s h ort ropes , Bradle y ! " cried Dick , a s Obe diali . wa s pull ed o nt and bumped clown the steps to the g ro und. " Ti e him, fellow s . Be lively. " Br adley and Scudder were o n hand with the rope s . But it t oo k the united effo rts o f alm o st a dozen b oys to tie Obediah , who m ade a terrible fight. They sueground. • Outside the lower . hall and around the steps swarmed the greater part o f the s econd class, many o wh o m were nnrsing injuries s u s tained in charges UJ1 the s tairs and i11 which had sent them tum bling to the foot. But ivlarsh pointed to a dozen fel l ow s stretch e d o n the ground anc! b o und s ecurely, guarded by their captors. These were the plebes wh o had been dragged dow I the stairs by Dick and his companions. Obedial Tubbs waS-co n s picn o u s among them. "Just look a t that! " exclaimed Marsh. "If the) keep it up , th e y'll h aYe all onr fighters d o wn there a captives! \Ve ' \'e go t lo st o p it! " "That's right, . , agreed Chester. "Why, the y' ve g o Gregg, Ha:wtry , P oo ler and Crockett! " "And the y take so mebody every time they get up th stairs. Vl/e"ve go t t o keep them fr o m reaching th head o f the s tair s . " Arlington hurried b a ck t o th e stair s . Selecting sev e ra] c;if the b oys he f e lt he conlrl tru s t , he sent th e n awa y o n a mis sio n of s o me s o rt. A n ot her charge wa s re pulsed , but this time the sec on
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I / .TIP TOP WEEKLY. 5 Tney movea t:iad(, ana 'Arlington took the kettle of have me . there to-day. I'm a bit too clever for you. soft soap and dashed it over the stairs. It splashed Mr. Merriwell, as you will be forced to acknowledge." over them and ran drippingly down, some of it spattering on the boys below. Another chirge had been arranged hastily, and the lads at the foot of the stairs started to run up. They struck the soaped stairs and their feet flew from be neath them. Down they went, bumping, crashing, howling, to the bottom. The plebes were convulsed with laughter . . "Come on!" they invited. "Run right up! It's so easy! Ha ! ha ! ha ! Come on ! come on !" "Well, blame their hides!" growled Buckhart, who had taken part in the last rush, and who rose with soft soap all over his hands, knees and feet. "They ought to be lynched ! They had, I know !" • "Look at the great Unbranded Maverick!" shouted the plebes. "How do you like it, Buckie? Those stairs are worse than a broncho, aren't they?" Outside the door Dick Merriwell had been working at a noose in a long rope. The boys who watched him wondered what \e may making. They noted with in terest that he coiled the rope and carried it in his left hand when he again entere d the building, having the noose in his right hand. "Where is Merri well the mighty?" Chester Arling ton was crying. "Has he given up -and faded away?" "Hardly that," answered Dick himself. "I am still here." "Oh, are you? But you can't get here. For once in your life you're beaten." "Do you think so?" "I know it." Dick laughed. "Did you ever make a mistake?" he asked. "You made a mistake to-day "hen you tried to mount these stairs. \i\That have you in your hand?" • "A rope for you," returned Dick, frankly. "Several of your are outsi .cle the door , and we'll have you with them directly." "Not on your life!" returned Chester, positively, as he leaned over the unbrqken rail above. "You'll not Chester wore a sneer on his face, but even as he Dick gave a sudden flirt of his right hand and the noose shot upward. Right over Arlington's head and neck it dropped. Then Merriwell gave a yank that turned Chester headlbt1g over the railing to strike on the slippery stairs and come scooting like a streak clown into the midst of the Merriwell party. Dick had lassoed the leader of the plebes. CHAPTER Ill. DEFEATED PLEBES. There was an upro a r among' the plebes as their leader was lassoed by Dick clever throw of the rope and dragged o v er the rail to plunge head long down the stairs. The second class below set np a shout of triumph, and Chester was pounced upon a s • he came scooting down the slippery stairs into the i r midst. Arlington was stunned and choked. He offered i1o resistance as tl-ley caught him up and carried him out through the doorway. Earl Gardner called on the plebe s . "Fellows, we must rescue him!" he cried. "Come ahead!" It \\'as Hector Marsh 'd10 the excited fel low and held him in check. "How are you going to rescue him?"' clemande
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6 TIP TOP WEEKLY. stairs. In a short time the report came tb,at the atone of which was found unfastened and easily opened. tacking party had been easily repulsed. The plebes cheered. They sang and mocked the yearlings. "We've got your leader," cried the yearlings. "But we ' ve got the stairs," flung back Marsh. "Come up and see us." "Oh, we'll come all right, don't worry about that," declared Brad Buckhart. Merriwell was not to be seen. He had disappeared when Arlington was carried out with the other cap tives. Chester recovered to find himself in the open ' air, with the y earlings ail about him. He was sitting on the ground. Already his feet were tied securely, and they were tying his hands behind him. Arlington was furious. "Confound you!" he grated, as he tried to twist "How d are you?" "We don't dare!" chirped Ted Smart. ' "We're frightened almost to death!" Chester was indignant to think that anything so hu miliating had happened to him. And Merriwell had done it! It was this that galled him most. "Somebody will pay dearly for this piece of work!" he vowed. Obediah Tubbs, bound and helpless, was sitting with his back against the wall. "No use to squeal," he piped. "I guess they've got the best of us. Dern my picter ! I'm sore all over." "I won't submit!" panted. Chester, making a last futile effort . "I wouldn't if I were you!" came from Smart. !'You're in splendid form to fight it out!" It was useless for Chester to squirm or rave. "Where is Merri well?" he demanded, when they had tied him fast. "I have something to say to him." "He's busy just now," Chester was informed. "You'll have a chance to say things to him later." In truth Dick was very busy . He had sent some of Then a yearling slipped in and opened the other win dow. About this time Buckhart pretended to attempt an other assault by trying to mount the front stairs, and this took the entire attention of the plebes. While this was going on a detachment of yearlings were swiftly scaling the ladders and getting into the building on the second floor. Dick led this detach ment, which mustered nearly thirty fellows, and, when everything was ready, they charged silently along the corridor and came upon the plebes gathered about the stairs, taking them by surprise. Uttering their class yell, the charged with a rush upon the surprised plebes, and a fierce but short encounter ensued. The pkbes were dismayed by being flanked and• outwitted thus, and 1 many of them sought to escape to their rooms, for the year lings were treating . them roughly in retaliation. Buckhart fiterally thirsted to get into the fray, and he made another effort, accompanied by his band, to mount the slippery stairs. In the midst of the fighting and uproar a voice was heard to cry : "Young gentlemen, this is outrageous! I command you to stop it at once!" Professor Gunn seldom interfered m class encoun ters, preferring to let such affa i rs be settled by others in authority; but this uproar had been more than he could endure in t?e priv;i.cy of his room, and at last he had sallied forth to investigate. He came upon the struggling boys, and he it was who uttered the words just quoted. Immediately th.ere was a lull, and hostilities ceased . The plebes were defeated; and they were glad enough to stop. "It is a disgrace!" declared the professor, shaking his cane at them in his excitement. "I don't know when anything like this has ever happened before. I shall investigate this, and some one shall be properly his friends for two ladders, and these were brought up punished." on a side of the building where they attracted no atten-He adjusted his spectacles on his nose, and strode tion. The ladders V'ere placed beneath two windows,.. through them, looking sharply into their faces, as if

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8 TIP TOP WEEKLY . • expelled from the school. He bearded Professor Gum1 in his room to insist on this point. Professor Gunn was scarcely able to hobble about when Gooch called. He listened with some impatience to Gooch, and then said : "I think we are concerning ourselves altogether too much in this affair-altogether too much. There is another way of settling it." "I'd like to know what other way!" snapped Gooch, cra bbedly. head professor, "is that you are out of date. You have let the world move on and leave you. You re standing still, like a stone, and you're just about as hard-headed as a stone. Education! You-don't know the modern m eaning of the word, sir!" "Now, don't--" "Wait, sir! I am speaking! Be silent! There was a time when it was thought that e d ucation cori sisted solely of training the mind, without regard to the body. But that t i nie has past. In those days boys \ "Let the cadets call a court-martial and decide how crammed and stuffed, and had headaches, and were the chief offenders shall be punished." pale and coughed, and lac ked strength. Tliey pored "That would be fine! That would be grand! Let over books all clay, or sat i n close classrooms. They dio those boys decide how they should be punished. Pro-• not get proper exercise. Many of them injuredtheir fes so r Gunn, I have feared a long time that your fac--hea it h Othe rs, after passing through ulties were waning, and now I am sure of it , sir." "Oh, you are, are you?" retorted the head professor, school and co!lege, went forth into the WO\ld with fine intell e cts, but with and weak bod ies . Ex-getting excited. "Well, sir, I h ave known for a long cepting h ea lth , they had everything _that makes a suc time that you were a meddling. crabbed, cross-grained cessful man. \!Vhat was the result? Many of them old woman, and I have no reason for changing my failed in life. They found lacking in the mind in the least." one thing every man must have in order to re a ch the "This to me , sir?" hi g hest plane of success-hea lth. The truth is that Gooch rose in great excitement, shaking his finger at the y had been only partly educated . Yes, sir, that's his associate. it! The human body should be educated and trained "Yes, this to you!" flung back Gunn, shaking a lean just as much as the hurnan mind. It should be definger in return. "You h av e insulted me before! I'll endure no more of it!" "Do you dare threaten me with personal violence?" rasped Gunn, as Gooch stepped t ow ard him. • He started to get up, but his back was so lame that he dropped back in his chair, with a groan . "You'll run this school!" shrilled Goo ch, his reddish eyes getting redder than ever. "It is going to ruin under your ! You permit, you e ven encourage, brutality! You do, sir! Don't c!eny it! This affair i s all your fault. You countenance football games, which are brutal in the extreme. You think haseball , football and such things are necessary. You even permit boys to be taught to box in the gymnasium. You see m to think muscle and brutality comes before intelligence and education." "The. trouble with you, Barnaby Gooch," said the ve l ope d , sir, and the work of developing mind and body goes hand in hand. It is just as much a mis take to neglect the body as it is to neglect the mind. \iVait, sir , I have not finished. You are a shining example. Ha
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• TIP TOP WEEKLY. 9 . "I'm pretty sore," he said. "I'm pretty well used up, but if you want to hitch onto me, come right on and try it I Hanged if I don ' t believe there is enough of me left to take a fall out of you, and I'm very near ten years your senior." "You' re full of it I" sneered Gooch. "You're even ready to become a fighter yourself I No wonder these boys here are getting to be young ruffians when they have such an example before them!" "You don't care to try it, do you, Barnaby I" retorted Gurin, triumphantly. "You know I'd be too much for you." Indeed, in his excitement Gooch really longed to take "You'll have a chance to try it. But look out that you are not the one to go to the hospital." "Why, when--" "You challenged me. I have a right to name the time. Three days hence I'll meet you anywhere you may name , and we'll settle this question permanently." "Lordy me!" muttered Gunn , sitting down weakly. "I mean it!" viciously said Professor Gooch, beginning to believe the head professor would back down. "It's a matter of business and honor with me." "Lardy me!" repeated Gunn, in the greatest won derment. "I'll put an end to your bullying over me." hol4 of Professor Gunn and give him a good shaking, "Say!" exclaimed the head professor, shaking his but there was in his mind a doubt concerning his abilfist at his associate, "if I put hands on you you'll think ity to that shaking. you've been struck by a cyclone I" "You see, Gooch," said , the head professor, "if you had trained your body as well as your mind, you weuld dare tackle me now. As it is, you don't dare." "Don't you think it I Don't you think it! If I wanted to, I could do you up . " "Bah I You couldn't do up anything! I
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IO TIP TOP WEEKLY. "I shmilcl say not! Very well! We will investi g ate as you suggest. You may go, sir. In three days at sunset!'' 'In three clays at sunset!" repeated Gooch, ominou s l y , as he bowed hims elf mockingly fr o m the room. C H APTEl{ V. ARLINGTON SPEAKS OUT. So the le aders of b oth classes concerned m the riot on t h e stairs w e re called before the faculty. Buckhart, J ') !lib y, S c udder and :'\'1erriwell w e re up for the yearlings ; the plebe s were Marsh, Gardner, Preston, Walker and A rlin g t o n . Somehow Obediah Tubbs was m e rl ooke d, which was rather singular considering his S JZC . The b o ys were calle d lip one by one and que s tio n e d . \'ny littl e satisfa cti o n c o uld be obtained fro m the yearlin gs. They refused t o put the blame o n an y one in p:.tr1icnlar. On the other h a n d , Mars h , Pres t o n and \\Talker unitecl i n claiming niat Dick Merriwell and the y e::i..-lings were t o blame for th..e affair. It is certain that thi s tri o mus t ha Ye agt;eed on the story they would tell. for they d i d not trip one another np , and they made things seem v e r y llnfavorable fo r D i ck. Gardner, h o wever, merely pers isted in declaring that there was n o ot1e in _particular at fault, but that the affair culminated through a f e e\ing o f rivalry betwe e n t he two c la sses. G ooch, h o weyer , was inclined to believe Dick Merriv, r ell' s accusers . He turned on the head professor, hi s thin lips curling, and said; ''You can s ee what thi s spirit o f great athletic
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. I I pulsion from this school. The first class men who have been questioned are unanimous in condemning you as the one who caused the riot." Arlington looked sharply at the head professor, but said nothing. "I am not yet satisfied," Gunn continued, "that the blame rests wholly on your shoulders. If you will speak up and assure me that it does not, I shall take your word for it. I never knew a Merriwell to lie. If you will speak plainly and tell me who started the trouble, I will take your word for it. In this way you may be able to save yourself from disgrace. I advise you to speak at once." He paused expectantly. Arlington looked at Dick from the corners of his eyes, thinking this was the chance for his enemy to "get from under." "He can soak me now good and hard," thought Chester. "I must ask to be excused, Professor Gunn," said Dick. "I have nothing further to say." "Not even to save yourself?" "No, sir." "But you have stated that you did not start the affair?" "I did not." "Then who did?" "Please excuse me, professor." "You will accuse no one else, even though you know you are accused?" Chester Arlington was b e ginning to boil inwardly. "The dub!" he thought. "He is playing the noble act before me! That's what he's doi11g! He's trying to make me feel mean and small! I see through him! Confound him! I won't stand it! He shall not work his .little game." Then, of a sudden, to the surprise of all, Chester spoke up. "I beg your pardon, Professor Gunn," he said; "but I have something further to say." "I will question you further in a moment," said Gunn, sharply. "Wait until I have finished with Mer riwell." "That will give him a chance to rub it in some more," Arlington. "I won't wait! I am not in the habit of wait ing for any screwed-up old plug, and I'll not begin now." So, in spite of the professor's words, he spoke swiftly . "l\Ir. Merriwell has declined to tell who started the trouble, so I will tell. I was the one who started it all! I am the chief offender. If any one is t? be punished, I am the one !" "There," thought Chester, triumphantly, "I rather think that knocks the props out from under Richard Merriwell ! He can't pose any more before me. He's no longer the noble, self-sacrificing hero; I'm it now!" There was a murmuring of surprise from the plat form, for no one there had expected Chester to make such an admission. The members of the faculty looked at one another. glanced at Dick Merriwell, expecting him to show dismay and chagrin, and was disappointed to discover that Dick betrayed no emotion whatever. "Dear me!" exclaimed Professor Gunn. "Is that the way of it? Why, I have noted that, as a rule in such cases, the second class it always the one to start the trouble, and I presumed it must be so in that case." Chester said not a word. Immediately Gunn turned on him and questioned him closely, upon which Chester explained that the plebes had taken the stairs upon his command and at tempted to keep the yearlings from reaching their r ooms. "But how does it happen that three of your class mates united in asserting that Merriwell started all the trouble?" "I think," explained1 Chester, "that they did it try ing to shield me. It is possible they believed it, as Merriwell is the leader of the yearlings." Professor Gunn turned and gave Professor Gooch a look of triumph. "Now," he said, "we are arriving at the root of the matter! Now we are getting at the truth! Now we know just who should be punished!" To say that Gooch was surprised and disappointed would be to tell the simplest truth. He felt, also, that in a certain way, Gunn had over him, and that made him very sore, although he tried not to betray it. "I think, sir," said Gooch, "that the leaders of both classes engaged in the affair should be punished . I do not see hovv you can puni s h one without punishing the other." "You' re singing a different tune now!" hissed Gunn, under his breath. "A short t ime ago you were de manding the punishment of th e one who started the af fair, and of him alone."

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I 12 TIP TOP WEEKLY. Then he turned to the two lads standing before the platform. "I am very glad," he said, "that we have arrived at the truth of the matter at last. I am likewise very glad that one of you spoke up and told the truth regardless of the consequences to himself." "I'm the noble hero now!" thought Arlington, and he found it difficult to repress a smile of self-satisfac tion. "I'll bet Merriwell is galled, He always likes to pose as the chief figure in the tableau. This time he got left." The fellow actual1y rejoiced in the opportunity to get ahead of Dick somehow. He did not fear the punishment threatened, for he told himself he would not 'stand for it" if it was too severe. He did not believe he would be expelled. Rushes between the classes often took place, and no serious damage had been done in this instance. The most serious thing was the fall ing of Professo r Gunn down the soaped stairs. But for that, without . doubt, the matter would have been passed over in the ordinary manner, which meant an in l'estigation by a "court-martial" and the punishment of the chief offenders by confinement in the guardhouse, walking post, or something of the sort. Gunn turned to the others on the platform. He held a low consultation with them. Then he rose and spoke to the t\\o lads before him. "You are for the present, both of you. \Ve shall take the affair into consideration and decide \\'hat is the proper method of ptmishment." He made a gesture with his hand, and the boys turned and left the room together. CHAPTER VI. DICK HAS HIS SAY. When they had passed outside Dick Merriwell turned to Arlington, saying: "That was rather fine of you! I congratulate you on it! At the same time, I thank you for taking the load off my shoulders." Now Chester had made an attempt to pretend friend liness for Dick, thinking to .carry his ends better in that manner; but the Jmmiliation of being lassoed and dragg' ed down the soap-slimed stai1"5 in the presence of the plebes and yearlings had soured him to such an extent that he found it impossible to keep up the pretense. "I want none of your thanks!" he said, with a haughty sneer. "I did it out of no friendliness to you." I "Indeed?" said Dick, coolly. "Have you been shamming of late in your pretended friendliness?" "\Veil, ,, hat if I have? \Vhat are you going to do about it? \Vere you fool enough to think I could ever really and truly be your friend?" "Hardly that; but I fancied you might have a feeling of gratitude to\vard me for getting you out of a mighty bad scrape a short time ago?" "vVhat scrape?" "You brought a treacherous chap here to school, a Spaniard by the name of Bunol. You know how he turned on you \vhen YOU refused to be his victim any longer." "Well?" "You know how he sought to make it seem that you were a common thief." "What of it?" "He played the spook and stole small trinkets and valuables from many rooms. He \YCIS clever at making keys to fit the different locks, and thus he gained admission to the rooms at night. He was light of foot and quick as a cat. He could slip out of a room like a flash and lock the door behind him." Chester waited in silence1 his lipS"curled in a contemptuous expression. "I could have struck you, Arlington, \\'ith the work of that fellow. I could have--" "You tried to!" broke forth Chester. who took Gorman's watch out of my gym. one clay! You tried to maim it had stolen that watch." "It \Yas you pocket in the appear that I Dick smiled, Pegarding his enemy with a pitying look that annoyed the other exceedingly. "V\fhile you were away from your room that day," he said, "this fellow you brought here, this thief, en tered your room as he had others. He hid the stolen trinkets all arounc\ in your room, in drawers, under the bed, in the bed, in your anywhere he could find a place to tuck anything. During the excitement after the game he thntst a note into my hand. I didn't know at the time who did it. The 11ote told me to have your room searched if J wanted to find the stolen articles and clisco,er ''"ho \\"as the thief. Had I done so I could have thrown .the blame on you-I could have made you look like a thief, Chester Arlington!" I

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 13 The rich man's son was pale now, for he realized that Merriwell had held him in the hollow of his hand. "Why didn't you do it?" he demanded, with a toss of his head. "Because I did not believe you were the real thief! Because I saw an effort to ruin you here." "You were very considerate!'' "Not at all! It was not because I had any feeling of sympathy for you-not because I thought for a moment that you had the least friendliness for me." "Then what--" "It was because it seemed a horrible thing to me to falsely brand any fellow as a thief." "Oh, no one would have taken stock in it! Everybody knows I don't have to steal. My father is D. Roscoe Arlington--" "Let up on that! It's stal e ! l\'o one here cares a rap who your father i s.' ' . "But he's one o f the richest m e n in the conn try, and hi s son does not to s teal." "You ha\'e sp ent more mo , 1ey since coming to this school than the average fellow spends here in four years---twice as much! You have been compelled to call on your parents for it. You have lost heavily betting agains t your own scho o l football team. Your s pply of m o ney was cut off, and you were left in desperate circums tance s . Yon \Yere in need of money. That be ing the cas e . it might have seemed that you had fallen t o stealin g . H o w could y o u have proved <.lifferently? Miguel Buna l would ha\'e triumphed over y on. Y o n would ha ye been compelled to leave Fardale in disgrace. 1 should have remained. To you it would have seemed like a triumph for me." Chester could not deny this. "But,'' pursued Dick, "although I saw through y o u, I had no desire to triumph over y o n by ruining your character. That is why I destroyed the note and said nothing. That is why y o u, being given a chance to find the things in your roo m, were able to return the • stolen article s covertly to their rightful owners. Bu-nal did not understand me. He could n o t understand t , any one who would not take any s ort of a mean adYantage over an enemy. .\nd fiuall y _ [ trapped him." ( " I suppos e I have t o thank you for that... , ' ' I want. none o f y our thanks!"' said Dick, getting Kick at his enemy han dsomely . "111 a way, I did it for my own satisfaction more than anything else . l knC\\-Bunal was a snake. I kne\\. h e wa s not wanted here at the school. I knew the school would be better off without him." "Still they say there i s Spanish blood in your veins!" sneered Arlington. "Because my cousin has such blood in her. I care not what they say. You know how I trapped Bunol. I gave out the report that I did not believe in the 'spook.' That I had many valuable things scattered about in my room, yet none of them had been molested. I thought that would bring him, and I was not mis taken. I had spring hinges placed on the door, and a spring lock that snapped and held fast when the door closed behind him the night he crept into my room. Then Buckhart and I pounced upon him. He was exposed, and the next day he was expelled from the school. I think that was something of a service to vou." "Again I o ffer y o n my thanks," s aid Chester, mock ingly . "Again I decline them, " returned Dick, icily. "Don't think t o fo o l m e ! I understand you-I read you like a hook! I kn o w you did n o t speak up before the faculty a short time ago out of regard for me. \Ve are enem i es. I am willing we shouJ
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. felt that Arlington was an unyielding foe and one not to be despised, yet that did not worry him. In Dick's make-up, as in . the nature of aggressive, successful persons, there was belligerancy. This was so controlled by good sense, reason and kindness that there was not the least trace of the bully in his nature. Still he gloried in a struggle, and the struggle between himself and Arlington gave him satisfaction. As he perceived Arlington, Dick wondered some what . . for he had felt that Professor Gooch would not permit him to escape without punishment of some sort. He knew Gooch well enough to feel that the old fellow would insist that the leaders of both classes be pun ished. When he entered his room he found Buckhart there. "Here's something for you," said Brad, as he handed Dick a sealed envelope. Instantly Dick recognized the shakv. uncertain, olclfashionecl writing on the envelope. It was from Professor Gunn. He tore it open, pulled out the folded sheet within and read what was written on it. Buckhart was watching, and he saw Dick 'turn pale and sit clown, staring hard at the sheet. "\Vhat is it, pard ?" asked the Texan, anxiously. "He can't mean it!" muttered Dick, as if he did not hear Brad's question. "\Vhat is it?" repeated his companion. Dick held out the letter. Brad took it and read what was written upon it. "Great jumping J ehosiphat !" roared the Texan, 111 astonishment and disma "y. ''.That's pretty tougl, 0n me!" Dick. "Tough!" snorted Buckhart. "It's tough on all of us! It's tough on the team!" For Dick had been notified by Professor Gunn that as punishment for his participation in the class riot he was suspended from the eleven, and would not be permitted to take part in the concluding game of the season with Eaton Academy. Brad was enraged. f "vVhy, it's a howling shan.;.e !" he declared. "Arlin_gton confessed that he caused the riot," said Dick; "yet they have punished me the most severely." It seemed so to him. "VI/ e' re done for!" declared Buckhart. "Eaton will walk all over us!" Dick looked like one stunned. "It's a howling shame!" repeated the Westerner. "Just at this time! And this game!" "You must do your best," said Dick. "You can win without me." "Doubted! Why, we barely beat them by the skin of our teeth last year. You know how we did it, too. You made the touchdown. It was the hottest game of the season." Dick remembered. Eaton was Fardale's chief rival, as Harvard is Yale's. It was the great ambition of the Fardale boys to defeat Eaton in sports, and a triumph over that school was reckoned as far better than a dozen victories over other teams. The football game with Eaton was scheduled to end the season. .Thus far Fardale had not been defeated, but now--"Those fellows have clared. "Like Fardale, single defeat thus far. downing us." a corking team," Brad de they have not met with a They are dead confident of "And I have felt prett:fsure we would be able to get away with them," said Dick. "Of course we would, with you on the team; but just think of . this outrage! The captain taken away from the team at this time-just when we can't get along without him! It will take all the sand out i the fellows." Dick rose to his feet. "\Ve mustn't let it take the sand out of them, Brad," he said, earnestly. "How can we help it?" "I think I shall be permitted to accompany the team . to Eaton, and I'll be on hand to cheer the fellows up as much as I can." Brad shook his head. "But you'll be out of the game," he growled, bit terly; "and that will take all the vim out of the team. It will, I know! It's awful!" Buckhart was distressed, as well as angered. "Well, it can't be helped," said Dick. "I didn't think Professor Gunn would do a thing like this! Why didn't he make me walk post! Why didn't he make me do anything but pull me off the team!" The' next day the members of the eleven learned what had happened, and it seemed to break the team all up. The spirit and courage melted out of it in a mo ment. "There hought to be some way of havoiding that

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TIP TO F \VEE KL Y . gii11e" ; ith Heaton!'' exclaiim:(l Billy Bradley. be snowed hunder !" "vVe'll ''\Ve won't be in it for a . mum-mum-mum-minute!" declared Chip Jolliby, his Adam's apple bobbing with the greatest excitement. "Dern my picter !" wailed Obediah Tubbs. "I'm sorry I ever' took enny part in that racket on the stairs." "Oh, cheer up! cheer up!" sobbed Teel Smart. "It is perfectly loyely ! I am so happy!" "Is this what we'ye workecl so hard for!" growled Big,Bob Singleton. "Just to have Eato11 rub it into us because a set of old fogy jackass professors rob ns of our captain right before the game! It makes me sick!" The others were no less disgusted, and the practice of the team that day was listless and indifferent. ' Chester Arlington learned what had happened. To do him justice, he was sorry to think that almost cer tajn defeat stared Fardale in the face. Earlier in the season he had not cared so much, but now it would have gi\en him satisfaction to see Fardale ddeat Eaton. At the same time. knowing how deeply Merriwell would feel his removal from the team, he laughed over it. "But I must bet some money on Eaton!" he thought. "I'm getting back onto my feet all right. My win nings on the last game eased the strain. If I can win as much more on this game, I'll be all right." So he sent money to his friend in town who placed bets for him, with instructions to back Eaton. At first i!. gave Dick a feeling of pleasure to know how much the team depended on him and how much confidence the players reposed in him. But this feeling he put aside quickly when he saw the demoralized condition of the eleven. That night he talked to them, having gathered them together. His earnestness . impressed them. He showed them the folly of giving up, and urged them one and al1'to go into the game to win. "Oh, we'll play,'' said Harry Dare; "but there's not one clfance in five thpusand that we'll win!" "That's not the kine! of spirit I want!" exclaimed Dick. "I want you to go into that game with the cletermin.ation and expectation of winning. You must do it! \,\That if some accident had happened to me so that I could not take part in this game? \\"onld you thi11k . of quitting? No! You all go in and fight it out . to the last You must do so just the same rio-vv." "'But this was no accident,'' said Shannock. "It was a fool trick!" "l want every man here to give me his promise that he'll play just as hard as he would with me in the game. You, Singleton!" "All right," said Big Bob . "I'll do it!'. "Da rrell, your prom . ise f" "Yon may depend on me," said Hal. Thus Dick called on them all one after another, and each one C)_f them gave his pledge. But the fact that Dick was not to lead the team to . victory or to honorable defeat cast a cloud of gloom over the academy. Some even ventured to send letters of protest to the faculty, taking care, however, to make such letters anonymous. The clay of the game came in time, but with Dick not on the team. CHAPTER VlII. A GREAT WRESTLING MATCH. Although he entertained < doubts concerning Professor Gocch's intentions, Zenas Gunn determined to pr.epare for the worst. "If the old ass should really meet me in C11adwick's pasture,'' mused the head professor, "I must be prepared-I must be in condition." So he called on Professor Broad, of the gymnasium, explaining that it was necessary for him to get in the best possible condition in a very brief space of time. "I wish to take a course of exercises that will do me good without delay,'' said Zenas. "I wish to build up my muscles." The instructor at , the gymnasium looked him over with a queer smile. "I hope" professor , " . he said, "that you do not enter tain the idea that muscle and vigor can be secured in a minute?" "Dear me, no,'' confessed Gunn. "But we have three clays." " "Thr.ee days," smiled Broad. "Professor, you neecl three months to make any important ifoprovement 111 your condition." "Three months?" "Yes, sir." "vVhy-"Do ybu educate a boy in t hrec :bys,.' "\Vell, hardly: but is differe:1t f r um--" "Pardon me, profe$SOr; the education of a body 1s

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16 TIP TOP WEEKLY. slow work, just the same as the education of the mind. It develops gradually, and only those succeed in thorough ly training and educating their bodies who give long years to the work, just as they must give long years to the improvement of the mind if they would be truly educated." "That sounds very reasonable," admitted Gunn. "Besides, it is a difficult matter tq take a man of your years and make any great and rapid improvement in his condition. It is sometimes done withH>oys and young men; but you know yourself that it is easier to teach a youth than an old person." "Quite true, quite true," nodded Zenas. "So you see the difficulties before me." The head professor coughed behind hls handkerchief. ''Dut really I must do something to brace up a littie, and I mu st
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,, TIP TOP WEEKLY. And not far behind him came another form, that of Barnaby Gooch, who was also heading for the hollow, but not in company with the head professor. The figures stood out against the sky as they came over the ridge and started onward toward the hollow, about whioh stood thick cedars. Within those cedars were hidden several cadets who had been broucht there by Professor Broad to witness the sport, each one . having been pledged to silence and to keep out of sight. Dick, Ted Smart, Chip Jolliby and Brad Buckhart were there, all securely concealed in the thick cedars, yet having positions where they could watch the whole affair if it was pulled off where the fights usually occurred. . "They're coming, boys," softly called Broad. "Now keep still as mice." They crouched down and waited. Professor Gunn strode down into the hollow, stood his cane up beside a stump, took off his hat and put it • on top of the stump, removed his scarf and solemnly stripped off his coat. . Professor Gooch came down within twenty-five feet and soiemnly began to divest himself of certain garments in the same manner. The boys were delighted, and Ted Smart was forced to hold his hands over his mouth to keep from shrieking with laughter'. In truth, the spectacle of those two old men preparing for a personal encounter in such a manner and at such a spot seemed rid i culous and ludi . crous in the extreme. "Dear! dear!" whi spe red Smart. "I know I shall die crying! It is such a sad thing!" Gu n n was ready first. He turned toward Gooch, thrusting back his sleeves. "'vVell, you craft.Jy old reptile," grated Gunn, "are you ready to take your medicine?" "I'm readyto give you a dose you won't like, you old salamander!" flung back Gooch. "Don't you call me an old salamander, you old blackguard!" "Don't you call me a blackguard, you squint-ey'ed basilisk!" ''Oh, I'll fix you for that, you lean-necked old var let!" shrilled Gunn, advancing. "Come on, you low-born lobster!" flung back Gooch, dancing about and waving his arms. "My goodness!" murmured Ted Smart. "This is no place to learn choice epithets! gentle they are. in their remarks !" Dear me! how "Lobster?" squawked Gunn, growing almost purple in the face. "That settles it! I shall smash you! I shall squelch you! Look out for me! Look out!" "Come on!" defied Gooch, as they began to circle about each other, looking for an opening. "Come right to my arms, you old cheese!" "You come on, you blatherskite ! I dare you!" urged Gunn. But they hesitated to close with each other. It was plain that both were afraid. And the watching boys were convulsed. It was with increasing difficulty that they held in check their mirth . "I'll show y o u what brains can do, " threaten ed Gooch. "And I'll show you what science can do," returned Gunn. "If I down you you must agree to close up about athletics at Fardale. You must ke e p still in the future." I'll do that! If you down me, I'll close up about anything! . I'll be so ashamed of myself that I'll never say a word about anything . again as long as I live!" "Be careful what you promise! I'm going to lay you out." "\.Vhy don't you sail in and do it?" "If I throw you, then you must attend the football game next Saturday. You forced me to compromise with you by taking Merriwell off the team. I want you to realize what y o u have done. You don't dare to go see that game." "Don't I dare?" "No!" "Well, I do dare!" "Then you promise, do you?" "Oh, yes! No danger in that, for Fm going to put you down in a hurry. " At this juncture Gunn rushed in. They grappled, and then followed a wrestling match such as not one of those watching boys had ever before witnessed. The two professors strained, and tugged and panted, and reeled around. At last, Gooch tripped Gunn and forced him to his knees. "Got yo u now!" he exultantly exclaimed. "Not by a wheezed the head professor, as he m anage d to struggle up and get onto his feet again.

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/ 18 TIP To'P WEEKLY. Ted Smart lay on the ground ai:id ;dung. t<;> his s1des: He laughed until tears ran down his face. Not for worlds would those two professors have made such an exhibition of themselves had they dreamed they were watched. They were blissfully unaware of t-he merriment they were creating. With their chins over each other's shoulders, they staggered about the hollow, growing weaker weaker as they began to lose their "wind." an
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I I I TIP TOP WEEKLY. crowded and behind the ropes a great mass of human oeings were gathered. Eaton's blue-and-white flut tered almost over there. Occasionally the Fardale colors could be seen, usually worn bY, some girl who had an acquaintance, a friend or a relative at Fardale Academy. The Eaton crowd began to sing. The song had a strange, doleful air, and it floate d across the field like a chant. "Treat h e r gently, s he is feeble, wea k and frail, See her tremble as she bends before the gale, Every zephyr makes her quiver, shrink and sigh; Poor old Fardale ! wipe the teardrop from your eye. Soon before us you'll be stretched a mangled shape, And to-morrow for you we ' ll be wearing crape." Then came the chorus, upon which ope body of singers chanted solemnly every other line, beginning with the first, being answered, as it were, by another group with the lines inclosed in marks of parenthesis: "To-morrow is a funeral day; (Sound the knell ! ) Poor Fardale soon will pass away; (Toll the bell!) And now wait to see her fall; (Clouds of gloom ! ) She soon will rest beneath her pall. (It is her doom I)" To this the Fardale crowd answered spiritedly with "Fardale's Way," informing their rivals it was no use trying, crying, or raising Cain, and promising to bump 'em and slam 'em in the good old Fardale way. The spirit of enthusiasm was intense, and it in creased every minute as the great crowd waited for the game to begin. Spectators kept crowding through the gate until the room was all taken outside the ropes, and the gathering was the ever , assembied on Eaton Field. Eaton's team was practically the same as it had been a year before, as a majority of the eleven players had faced Fardale on that occasion. The home team's line was stron _g. There was no question about that. Cri sp, at right end, had a wonderful reputation for a lad of his years. In twelve months Piper had de veloped into a huge fellow and had been moved up from tackle to guard. Block, another big fellow, was in h i s old position left of center. Field and Carvel were still with the backs. On the Fardale seats, and trying to appear as incon spicuous as possible, were Professor Zenas Gunn an
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zo TIP TOP WEEKLY. Pud Carvel had kicked. Again the ball squirmed and twisted to one side and passed out of bounds. Again it was brought back and placed on the spot. ,But there was a changing about of the men of the two teams. "Is that football ?" sneered Gooch. "Well, if that isn't a great game! Now what sense is there in that?" "Wait," urged Zenas. "It's our turn to kick off now. Jast you see what our kicker does." Bob Singleton smashed the ball and sent it to Eaton's fifteen-yard line. Potter had it and ran it back fifteen yards before he was downed by Buckhart. Then the two teams lined on Eaton's thirty-yard line. The game was fast and furious from the very start. Eaton went into Fardale with such vigo1.:. that she rnade gains repeatedly, forcing the red-and-black backward. Piper and Block tore into Fardale's line in a most irresistible manner, while Keenan met and baffled Tubbs more successfully than any othe r fellow for th e entire season. Backward yard bv v::ml to the center of the field Fardale was forced. Then little Doit slipped through, g o t away swiftly and started for Farclale's g o al line. It was a sudden dash, and i't .brought the to th e ir feet. "Touchdown!" roared Eaton. "Stop him!" pantecl Fardale. "What is it? \\That's happening?" a s ked Gooch, clutching Professor Gunn by the arm. "Tell me! Can't you tell me? What ails you? Why don't they stop that little runt? He's got the ball!" "Yes, he's got the ball!" groaned Gunn. "And I'm afraid--N"o; that fello\v is gaining on him! It's Darrell! Go, Darrel-go! Catch him! Stop him!" "He will!" ' came fr o m Gooch. "He'll do it! Look at him go! Can't he run!" Hal did overtake Doit just in time to pull the little fellow clown five yards from the goal. Then came others and piled on the two, and Gooch panted : "That's right! Jump on him! Don't let him get up! He came near fixing us then. He--" ' "Why," said Professor Gunn, "what ate you saying, Barnaby? I am surprised! It is so brutal, you know!" "Er-ah-that s it! that's it!" said Gooch. "I was sarcastic then-merely sarcastic, you know! It was brutal to jump on that poor fellow like that! It was :l\vful ! It was a shame!" And then, when they lifted Doit in a limp and totter ing condition, scarcely able to stand, Gooch had more to say. But they plunged the little quarter-back's head into a bucket of water, seemed to give him a punch, and he stepped out briskly and lined up with his team. "There's real American sand!" nodded Zenas Gunn. "That's \Yhat football d oes-it gives 'em sand." ''Bah!" sneered Gooch. The game was on again, and now Farclale held Eaton twice without a gain. Then came a pass, a fumble, a flashing movement, and out of the scrambling mass of players darted Earl Gardner, having caught up the ball before it could be recovered by Eaton. Gardner dodged one way and another, turning and twisting like a hunted creature. He escaped the hands outs tretched for him, he kept on until he had them all behind him, and away he went. Farclale \Yas up and shrieking. Eaton \Yas up anrl There w as on e iellow tea.ring down on Gardner. It wa s S tra\Y, an cl he o Yertook the rnnner , tackled him and brought him d o wn at the cent e r of the field. Fardale che e red the run; Eaton answ e red with a cheer for tile tackle. But Farda!e had t a ken the ball a\\ : ay fr o m the dan ge rou s point, ancl n o w it was her turn t o s ee what she could do 011 the offen sin. But it was s o on see n that she could do \ " ery little. The defen s e o f the enemy was admirable, and Fardale wa s compelled to kick without having made any further ad Yance. This was rather discouraging. and it was still more s o when Field caught the ball, dodged Shannock, got away hand so mely . and br ought it back to the center of the field. "Dear me!" muttered Gunn. "I'm afraid they are too clever for our boys!" "How is that?" asked Gooch . "They seem stronger than our team. Oh, we'll need Dick l\ferriwe11 in there to-clay! \ Ve'IJ need him!" "Fudge!" said Gooch: "There are plenty without him." Again Eaton battered at a Fardale and made steady advances. Five yards, seven yards, four yards, a yard, six yards-backward the cadets were driven, and the

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 21 . Eaton, spect ators were singing and cheering, confident o f "They' re going to do jt ! " groaned Zena s Gunn. "The team can ' t stand up before them! Burrows d oesn't fill Merri\\"ell's position! 'We ' re beaten!" "I don't believe it! " exclaimed Gooch , who was not a ware that he s aid anything. " \Ve 've got to win! " But that s teadv hammering w a s taking the s nap out of the F ardale team . Then things began to happen . Jollib y went d o wn and o ut. H e was led off , and Douglass t o ok his place. But Douglass, th ough strong and sincer , was t o o slow. Dare wa s the next man to get hurt, and he could not t o uch his foot to the ground when the y t o ok him ayv ay . Ned Sta nt o n " as substi tuted, but he was lighter than Dare. Fardale' s line was being weakened. Eaton was as strong as e v er, and nothing but a foul kept the home t e am from rushing the ball over without being checked. Fardale had a chance to show ,,.vhat she could do, but Darrell did not dare buck the line, so the ball was kicked away from that dangerous locality . Carvel caine back with it to the thirty-yard line, from which point Eato n walked . steadily along and placed it behind Farclale' s posts for the first touchdown. Professo r Gunn sa11k down with 1a groan, while the E aton crowd roared and thundered and the Fardale ble achers were silent. "What is it?" choked Go'1ch, who did n o t quite un derstand. "We're be aten!" s a i d Gunn, huskily. "No doubt of it!" "As s o on as this?" "Oh, the game i s not over, but all the vim has been taken out of our team. I was an old fool to ever agree to punish Merri well by taking him off the eleven! That's what did it! They can't win without him!" "Nonsense!" said Gooch, weakly. _ "No nonsense about it. Eaton has scored a touch down. She will kick a goal. I don ' t believe we can score against her without Merriwell on the team. The heart has been taken out of the team." But Carvel made a bad kick in try ing for a goal , so that th e hall w e nt wide, and only the touchdown c o unted. The game wa s re s umed, and in a short time Eaton a g a in had the b all, ru shimg it toward Fardale's goal. "Can' t hold them! \Ve' re done for!" Gunn actually sobbed. • The face of Barnaby G uo ch was deathly pale. He heard the Eaton crov,, d roaring across the field, extiltant over almost victory. He listened tci the c heers that came from the Fardale crowd, and in them he detected weakness and de spair. He saw the cadets fighting desperately but hopeles s l y , losing ground right along. And then-ButTO\YS wa s injured! It seemed that he was out of the game. Somebody on the Fardale side shouted through a megaphone: "Where is Merri well?'' The name seemed to have magic in it. It produced a whirlwind , an upheaval, a cyclone. U p ro s e eyery Fardale sympathizer, colors fluttered in the air ; and a great cry rose to the dull afterno o n sky : "WHERE IS MERRIWELL ?" CHAPTER XI. J DICK GOES IN. "You hear them?" said Gunn, nudging "They know what we need." Gooch was silent. Burrows stood up and got into the game. But Fardale continued to melt as before. Eaton would make another touchdown. Only fourteen yards to gain. "Up! up! " cri ed a cadet on the seats, wildly waving his megaphone. " Up, everybody!" They all ros e . "Merri well! " shouted the cadet. "Put m well!" ' "Put in Merri well!" rose in a grand roar. "Well, why in thunder don't they put in Merri well ?" snapped Gooch in Gunn's ear. "Because they can't," answered the he a d professor. "You fixed that! It is forbidden!" "And we're going to lose this game just on that account?" 1 ' "Yes." "The n you go clown there and tell them to put him . ,,, ll1. "\Vhat ?" "Go ahead, and be might y liYely ab o ut it!" "But I have no right to do that. The "Hang it! Vv e represent the faculty! If we want to put him" into this game we'll do it!" Gunn was astonished, but still he

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22 TIP TOP vVEEKLY. "He's not in his rig. He can't go in this half. He might get ready to go in for the las t half." "Then tell h i m t o get ready I" snarled Gooch, furi o usl y . "What's the matter with you? Do you mean to sit here like a bump and let them beat us? If you do , you 'll be to blame!" But even as Gunn rose t o leave the1 seats the referee blew his whistle and the half ended. Eaton had the ball within two y ards of Fardale's go al then, and must have made anotl. e r touchdown in les s than h a lf a minute. " Now, y ou 'll stand by me if I tell him to go into the game, will you, Barnaby?" asked Gunn. ''I'll stand by you," promised G o och. "Don't you be afraid about that. And you make him go inmake him I We can't afford to lose this game!" Gunn made his way down to the ground with some difficulty and hurried away as fast as he could. "Well, I wonder what Old Zene is up to?" laughed Chester Arlington , who was watching the game in company with Hector Marsh. Chester was feeling very well, for he had been in i ormed that all his money had been placed on Eaton by the man in whqse hands he had put it for that pur pose. A victory by Eaton meant that he would find himself flush. Arlingt o n would have preferred to bet on Fardaie, but with him it was purely a matter of business, and he cast sentiment aside . He h;td felt sure Eaton would a s so on as he learned that Fardale had been weakened by the removal of 111erriwell. Marsh had al s o sec retly placed s ome money on Eato n , and the two were watching the game together. "Perhaps Gum;i is going to take part in the game," s a id Marsh. During the intermission the Eaton crowd had a fine time . One and all, they were confident of the result, a nd this they felt was their opportunity to "get back" at Fardale. "I knew how it would be," said Zona Desmond . "With Dick out of the game, the whole team is lost." "They have won harder games than this," declared Doris, who was annoyed by Zona's manner. "But with him playing," reminded Zona. "I think Hal is doing finely as captain." "He is doing as well as he can; but the l:;>oys need Dick to s e nd them into the game to win." Felecia thought so, too. The intermission passed, and soon the two were seen returning to the field. It is impo s s i ble t o say vvho first dis covered Dick, who had d o nned a suit and was with his team. Somebody saw h i m and shrieked: "There's Merriwell !" "Where?" cried fifty v o ices. "With the team!" shouted a hundred, in delight. Yes , there he was , and the Fardale crowd rose up and ga v e him an ovation that should have stirred his blo o d . But E a t o n knew Dick M erriwell, as it had known Frank Merriwell before him, and when the Fardale crowd had stopped roaring the other side broke out into a cheer that ended with the name of Merriwell three times repeated. The face of Che s ter Arlington was a picture of dis may . "Well, what do you think of that?" he gasped. "\V hy, he was forbi d den by the faculty to take part in this g a me! How does he dare do it?" "Old Gunn," reminded Marsh. "Don't you remem ber that he went out there?" "Yes, but I don't believe-I don't know what to belie v e!" "Anyhow , Merriwell is going into the game." " Yes , a nd I'm going rouod on the other side just as so o n as I can get there!" "\V h a t for?" "To he dg e m y bets!" "I' m wit h you!" exclaimed Marsh, and they moved with o ut delay. Professor Gunn had returned to the side of Profess o r Gooch . He rubbed his gloved hands and grinned when he saw Dick and heard the cheering for him. _ . Gooch looked sour as vinegar, but in spite of himself his he art was beating wildly and there was a flush in his cheeks. "There he is!" s aid Gunn. "It's a bad thing! " gi:owled Gooch. "It will ruin discipline." "But y ou-yoi,1 advised it yourself!" "I know it. That shows what a big fool a man can be! If I'd stayed away fro m this game I'd not made such a fool of myself. " The two team s w e re s catt e ring <1'nd spreadi n g over the field.

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. i . TIP TOP WEEKLY. Dick was with his men, liaving resumed his old position as right half-back. The last half was about to begin. CHAPTER XII. AND WINS. Things were lively from the very start in that half. Dick put new vim into the team, which was jus t what it needed. He inspired it with the astonishing . clo-or die spirit that had made it so successful that season. He stiffened it up wonderfully. • But Eaton was fighting for what she had gained, and she did not relax in the least. In fact, the hom ' e team seemed to play harder in the second half than in the first. During the firs t half it had been evident that Farclale was out-matched. In the last half the. two teams see med so evenly matched that it was not long before the wise ones on the seats began to say that neither side could score. In that case Eaton had the game safely won. Back and forward flowed the tide of battle. There were some brilliant plays, but it was a long time before either side seemed to obtain a positive advantage. Then Farclale began to press Eaton back toward her goal. • It was steady hammering that did it, and the Farclale crowd sang, and cheered, and rejoiced. It was a great game-a game to thrill the blood of the coolest spectator. "Keep at them, fellows!'' urged Dick. "Keep them going! We've got them on the run!" And then, just when everything was going finely, Fardale lost five yards for off-side playing. Right on top of this she forfeited the ball for holding, and her great rush was checked at last. Eaton got the ball on her twenty-five-yard line, and Fardale had been five yards nearer her goal. "It's no use , I fear!" groaned Gunn. "Merriwell was put into the game too late to save the day!" "vVhat's that?" snapped Gooch. "Don't tell me that! He's got to save the day! You said he could do it, and now I want to see him do it!" "Perhaps he can't." "He's got to do it!" insisted Gooch. "Don't tell me he can't! Don't tell me anything of the kind! After we have put him back on the team!" "You're unreasonable! You expect to do impossibilities !" "You said he would give the team new vim." "He has." "\Veil, what does it amount to if they can't win?" "It is your fault he wa s taken off at all. Had he been on the tearfl at the start--" "Now stop that! I've heard enough of it to--\Vhat's happening now?" . For there '"as an upheaval on the seats at the other side of the field and a roar. An Eaton runner had broken through Fardale's left wing. He had dodged Darrell, he had cut wide of Singleton, and he was heading straight for Fardale's goal. It was Field, the fastest back on the team. After him clashed the players, spreading out some what. Dick Merri well was the third man from Field ' but he soon passed one of the others. Singleton was ahead of him, but he came up on Singleton amazingly. "Go it, Field!" "Another touchdown!" "Get him, Merri well!" "Tackle him! tackle him!" All 'sorts of cries from the wildly-excited Professor Gunn had risen. He was breathless with suspense . But beside him he heard somebody shrilly screaming: "Catch him, Merri well! You can do it! Go on! go on! Hurrah! You've got him!" A pair of arms were waving wildly in the air, and Gunn turned to see Gooch almost purple in the face from yelling. Dick passed Singleton and came nearer to Field. Then he shot through the air with a great leap. He flung himself forward, and his hands touched Field'"s hips, slid to his knees and below, clinging there like iron hooks. Down came Field, stopped by one of the handsomest tackles eyer witnessed by any spectator present. They cheered for Field, and they cheered for Merri well. When he was through cheering Professor Gunn turned to his companion, whom he found seated and mopping his face with a handkerchief. "Dear me!" said Gunn. "I thought you were nearly freezing! You look warm!" "Um-ha!" grunted Gooch, noncommittally. "And you yelled in my ear until you deafened me." "Who yelled in your ear?" snapped Gooch'.

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. "YOU did I" ! Never opened my mouth !" "Why, Barnaby--" "Now, don't assume that tone to me! I think I know when I yell-I think so! I don't yell. It is beneath my dignit y!" "You may not ha v e been aware of it, but you yelled, and you--" "Look here, I want no further trouble with you, but I won't stand to be told I lie!" "All right, but next time you yell I'm goi _ng to catch you right in the act." "Go ahead !" Eaton did her best to shove t . he ball over for another touchdown. She forced it yet nearer, and in her con fidence over making the needed distance she lost it on downs. The position was a dangerous one, and Fardale kicked. Then Eaton gathered herself again and came slam ming down the field. In vain the cadets sang "Fardale's Way." It seemed I a hopeless case, and two lads there were who congratulated themselves that they had been unable in the time given them to find an opportunity to hedge by bett ing on Fardale. They were Chester Arlington and Hec tor Marsh. "It's tough on Merri well!" lau g hed Arlington. "This is the gam e he wanted to win above all others." "Isn' t it great they put him in!" chuckled Marsh. " Now they can see that even the gre at Merriwell can ' t win always." But the game was not over, as wa s soon demon s tr a ted. Eaton was checked, and again she lost the ball on clowns. _ Then Fardale lined up as if she meant to kick again. Apparentl y s he had given up all hope of winning and was seeking simply to keep the score down. Carva! :-an back to take the kick. But there was no kick. Instead there was a fake pass, and out of the scrimmage came Dick Merriwell, dodging around the e nd. He cleared the end before he was detected , and he found only Carvel before him. But Carvel was enough. He was a clever player, and he could stop Dick. Could he? At Dick ' s side came panting a dark-eyed boy. It was Gardner. Dick knew what Gardner meant to attempt. He would try to block Carvel uff. "Gocd boy!" thought Dick; but he had no breath for words. Carvel cut in on them and sprang for Dick. Gard ner flung himself forward and was dragged1 down. Merriwell ran on . alone. The Fardale stand was thundering. The air seemed to quiver with the sound. "Go it! go it, Merri well!" shrieked Barnaby Gooch, who was again on his feet. "You're a dandy! They can't catch you! Oh, wow! wow! wow! Oh, yee ! yee ! yee !" "Here! here I" exclaimed Gunn, grasping his arm. "You're yelling now!" "Let go! " shrilled Gooch. "Don't you see, you old chump! He' s got the ball! They can't catch him! Hurrah for Fardale ! 'Rah for Merri well!" They could not catch him. Over Eaton's line went D :ck, planting the ball between the posts. "And he didn't have two minutes to spare," said Gunn. "If they can kick a goal now Fardale wins this game, for Eaton never will be able to score in the lit tle time left." "Oh, the y 'll kick a goal!" averred Gooch. "Say, isn't this he grea test game you ever saw?" The ball wa s brou g ht out, and Dick it was who did the kicking, D a rrell holding it. He drove the oval str a igh t over the bar. Barnaby Gooch nearly had a fit. He clasped Zenas Gunn in his a'tms and gave him a terrible hug, yelling joyousl y : "We've won! we 've won! And Merriwell did it! Say, Zenas, he's a corker!" THE END. The Next Number (350) Will Contain DICK MRRIWELL'S LARK; OR, Beaten at Every Turn. Here is a lot of frolic and fun. It looks as if Dick were in a bad scrape again. That fellow, Chet lington, never lets up. He certainly is a bad enemy! H ovv ever, it is a sa{e venture to say that Richard Merriwell knows how to. take care of himself-and here's a prime point-he always does it in a straight: forward. manly way , a way that all Tip Toppers will do well to follow . Read No. 350.

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 2 _ 5 NEW YORK, December 20, 1 902. 'l'erDUI t• Tl Top WecklT Mllll Sulacrlbert1. llasl• Cople• er Back N•mller•, :le. Eac)l. I mentha ..................... Sf>c. 1 Une year ........................ $2.M ' m onths ................ , ..... IOc. 2 coplea one year ••• •. •.•••••.. t .91 6 month• ...................... 1 copy two years .............. l•O" -ro ::>.io;No .Mo:n:r .-.l:sy poat-omce or e.1.pl'.,ss money order, re&ist ered letter, bank check or dratt, al our risk. At yo>ur owa rlak It aent by currency, com. or poala.,;e atampa In ordinary le.ttiii:cmiPTa.-Recelpt ot your remittance I• acknow!ediied 01 proper ohans• ot number en ;your label. It net correc t you hav• not been properly c r e d ited. and should let us know at once. l'l'Rll:l!:'r It l':lll'l'11'fl r '1'01' aa8 W UH am IU., I\.,.,. \ .. rk CltT• APPLAUSE NOTICE. It has been truly said that the Appiause Column is read the world o v er. The first r e a so n for this vast popularity .is because the column app e ars in what is universally admitted to be the king of all publi s hed weeklies, The Winner of the (irand Prize at the Paris World's Fair ' But the second reason is just as important and cogent, namely, the high excellence -of the letters written by our readers, which appear in this column. these let ters have been so highly praised that Stre et & Smith, aiways anxious to serve and benefit their great public, hav e to off e r twe lve valuabl e priz e s for th e twelve best letters received from Tip Top readers in the next six months. The se twelve prizes will be TWELVE GOLD FOUNTAIN PENS of the highest grade. Now, then, all our ambitious young letter writers will bf" anxious to win one of these fine p r izes. All you have to do is to follow these directions : Write a letter to Tip Top Weekly, discussing any feature of the famous publication, its characters, plots, ath letics. contests, tournaments or anything that impr e ss e s you especially; then write across the top ot it "Prize Let ter," and send it to Street & Smith. So that the contest may be absolutely fair , the readers of Tip Top are to act as judges, and the letters which receive the greatest number of votes will be awarded the prizes. Come on now, boys and girls! Show us which one of all our ynung ShakeFipeares are the best letter w:riters. APPLAUSE. PRIZE LETTER NO. 32. I wi s h to add my few words of prai se to that of the hundreds y o u re c eive y e arly. Although a girl I take as great an interest in your un e xcelle d Tip Top as any boy you ever hear from. The sch oo l st ories a re by far my fa v orites, and still I have never re g r e tted th e time I have spent in re a ding any of the others . Di c k a nd F rank are, ind e ed , heroe s in my estimation, and I great ly a dm i r e all t heir fri ends-girls and boys alike . In "Dick M e rriwell 's R eturn," I w as g reatly interested in the plot concern ing th e te a ring up o f the rail s . I believe that such a coward and scoundr e l a s Wats on de se rv e s a prett y bad end, and I sincerely h ope t hat Di c k m a y h ave the chance of showing him his wrong in the n ear fu t ure . I intend this winter to get up a girl Tip Top leagu e , a nd b efo re I g e t through I h o pe they will all be as ardent admire rs o f thi s great instructive ' b o ok as I am myself. Three cheer s for Burt L. Standish and the leader of all five-cent novels -Tip ;rop . GARLAND DE ANGELIS. Uti c a , N. Y. A girl who i s try ing for the prize writes a fine letter, with her views on Tip Top. Let all the girl readers try and see who will be ahead. PRIZE LETTER NO . 33, I have read the Tip Top Weekly for nearly three years, and I can truthfull y s ay it i s the be st fiv e -ce n t paper published. I think, o r I kn o w , y our phy si c a l cu l t ure department has made and will m a k e so me fine athl e t es of b o y s and men. Your baseball and foo tb all cont e sts encoura ge b oys t o do the i r b e st, and r think Frank 11e rriwell is a s peci me n o f p erfe ct manh o od . Whatever h ap p e n s Fra nk i s al wa y s o n h a nd . I r e commend the Tip Top t o all boy s wh o wis h to m ake m e n o f the m selv es. Wishing Tip T op, S t r eet & Sm i th and B . L . Standish a long life, I remain your fri e nd , ARTHUR SLADE. Milw a uk ee, Wis. One more pri z e letter o n the list, making a contest full of rivalry, but it r e sts with you, readers, to choose the winners. PRIZE LETTER NO. 34 After re a d ing yo u r inost h i ghly es te emed weekly, the far fam e d Tip Top, I b e g lea ve to a nnounc e mys e lf a contestant for o ne of your twel ve priz e s . No p e n can form words enough to express the admir a t io n and e s t e em I h av e fo r T i p Top. I have been a constant reader for four y ea rs, a nd each number I re a d I grow m o r e anx i ou s for the n ext o ne. I think the Tio Top is a g oo d , m o ral ad v iser , and tha t it does a g r ea t d e al toward elevati n g boy s a nd young m e n 's min d s ; and t o the girls it has proved a pure and interesting s t ory fr o m b eg inning of No. I ri ght straight thro ugh t o the pre s ent d ate. I th i nk it would be hard to find more d elig htful a n d n o ble-c h aracte r s than Frank and Dick Merri well. Nobl e F ran k , a nd Dick i s following in his b rot her 's foo t s t e p s . I like all the girl s so wel!, a nd I admire all Dick's chums. How similar a r e F r ank's and Dic k's fri e nds. For insta nc e , Bart and Br' a d , J a c k Read y and Ted S mart, Bruce B row nin g and B o b Sirrgle to n , T ubb s an d D u nn e r w nst. I hope there w ill b e a d o ubl e w e d ding soo n , w it h F rank a n d ,Inza, Bart a nd E l sie, a nd i n t h e end for Di ck to marry D o ris, Hal to m a rry Felec ia, and Bra d for Z o na. I think Hal will s o o n be c o m e a true a nd fa ithful friend t o Di c k , and i n spi te of Hal's faults I lik e h i m s t ill. Let u s h ear of Old Joe and Feleci a 's father a gain; a nd will we e ver m eet w i t h hand s o m e Dick Starbri ght aga in ? I a m a W es t e rn girl fr o m K a n s a s , so, of cour se, I want t o he a r fr o m B n c k B a d ge r a nd hi s s we e t lit.ti e wife onc e more , and th at's th e r easo n I lik e B r a d so w ell. I was born in Kansas, rai se d in Wiscon sin, and se v e n y ears ag o m ov ed to old Virg inia. And now Tip Top i s rea d in all o f t ho s e S ta tes a nd m e re besides. I rec o mm e nd my Tip Top Week j y to e very b o dy, young or old, wh o c ome s to m e for s om e th i n g to r e ad, and I always hear the h ig h e st praise spoken of it . I kn o w y ou will think this entir e ly t o o len g thy, but y o u w ill pard o n m e , for in writing about the favorit e book, I could write at least twenty pages, and th e n I could not tell half of its m e rits. I will always stand loyally by my dear old Tip Top. Hoping I will be numbered amon_g the lu c ky winners, I will alway s remain an ardent adm irer and a

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. constant reader of our "greatest of all," The Tip Top Weekly. Yours, "true as steel," NITA 11ETCALF. Norfolk, Va. It would be safe to say that you should be a lucky aspirant for a prize, for your letter is a fine one, full of splendid views on all the leading subjects of Tip Top. What do the readers say for it? PRIZE LETTER NO. 35. Having read the Tip Top for over three years I feel as though I should express my opinion of it. I honestly think it is the be s t and most instructive paper ever published for the American youth. Why? some may say. Because it furnishes, in every way, clean, bright, and above all, "moral" stories; its hero is a model young man, and were our young men to practice his habits I am sure less woul
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,, Ii TIP TOP ALL AME RICAN TOURNAMENT FULL PARTICULARS OF THE GREAT All AMERICAN TOURNAMENT AND OTHER FOOTBALL FEATURES WILL BE FOUND EVERY WEEK IN TIP l"OP WEEKLY 550 Regulation Rugb7 Footballs Awarded as Prizes .8 .8 .8 .8 .8 THE GREAT E S T PRIZE OFFER EVER MAD E t '#-#-# FOLLOWING ARE THE SCORES FOR THE WEEKa -#-#'Ill High School (Santa Fe), 72; Second Team (Santa Fe), o. High S chool-A. Gooch, r. e.; P . Martenis, r. t.; A. Slanghter, r. g.; E. Dignee, c.; A. Alarid, I. g.; M. Anaya, 1. t.; A. Sanderc val, 1. e.; R. Garrett, q.; C. Eildersleeve, r . h . b; C. Slaughter, I. h. b.; P. Alarid, f. b. Second Team-E. Safford, r. e.; H. Moore, r. t.; C. Harvey, r . g.; N. Weltmer, c.; C. Mortimer, 1. g.; H. Dendahl, I. t.; H . H og le, 1. e.; J . Safford, q.; E. Swoke, r. h. b.; J. Harvey, I. h. b.; R. Whittman, . b. Manager-]. A. Wood. High School (Santa Fe), 72; Second Team (Santa Fe), o. High School-(Regular team.) Second Team-J. McFie, r. e.; H. Moore, r. t.; C. Mortimer, r. g.; N. c.; C. Harvey, I. g . ; P. Straw, .I. t.; E. Saff0rd, 1. e.; J. Safford, q.; E. Swope, r. h. b.; J. Harvey, 1. h. b.; H. Hogle, . b. Manager]. A. Wood. High School (Santa Fe), 48; Second Team (Santa Fe), o. High School-(Regular team.) Second Team-J. McFie, r. e . ; C. Safford, r. t.; C. Harvey, r. g.; N. Weltmer, c.; C. Morti mer, I. g.; H. Moore , J . t.; H. Hogle, 1. e . ; J. Safford, q.; E. Swope, r. h. b. ; J. Har ey, I. h. b. ; R. Whittman, f. b. Manager -J. A. Wood. High School (Santa Fe), 54; Greens (Santa Fe), o. High School-(Regular team.) Greens-A. Baca, r. e.; Lu-. terio Duran, r. t.; Lazaro Duran, r. g.; J. Gordo, c.; J. Mirabal, 1. g.; J. Maj a, 1. t.; A. Delgado, I. e.; ]. Johnson, q.; M. Gutier riz , r. h. b.; M . . Mirabal, I. h . b.; L. Romero, . b. Manager-]. A. Wood. High School (Santa Fe), 68; Greens (Santa Fe), o. High School-(Regular team.) Greens-Luterio Duran, r. e.; M. Serra, r . t.; A. Baca, 1. g.; J. Gordo, c.; J. Mir'abal, 1. g.; Lazaro Duran, 1. t.; Joe Maja, 1. e.; J. Johnson, q.; M. Mirabal, r. h. b.; L. Romero, I. h. b.; M. Gutierr. ez, f. b. Manager-J. A. Wood. • High School (Santa Fe), 20; Greens (Santa Fe), o. High School-( Regular team.) Greens-L. Duran, r. e.; J. Maj a, r. t.; R. Delgado, r. g.; J. Gordo, c.; J. Mirabal, 1. g.; M. Serra, I. t.; L A. Rea, 1. e.; J. Johnson, q.; A. Seva, r . h. b.; L. Duran, I. h. b.; M. Mirabal, f. b . High School (Santa Fe), 52; Lomas (Santa Fe), o. High School-(Regular team.) Lomas-M. Alarid, r. e . ; P. Sanches, r. t.; H. Samoza, r. g . ; J. Castillo, c.; J. Candilario, I. g.; M. Baca, I. t.; C. Marteniz, 1. e.; P. Berardinelli, q.; N. Blair, r. h. b.; H. Baca, I. h. b.; H . Monij is, f. b. Manager-]. A . Wood. High School (Santa Fe), 36; Lomas (Santa Fe), o. High School-( Regular team.) Lomas-M. Alarid, r. e.; P. Sanches, r. t . ; H. Samora, r. g. ; J. Castillo, c. ; M. Baca, I. g. ; G. Frost, 1. t.; E. Marteniz, I. e.; P. Berardinelli, q.; N. Blair, r . h. b.; J. Candilario, I. h. b.; H. Baca, f. b . Manager-J. A. Wood. High School (Santa Fe), 32; Lomas (Santa Fe), o. High School-( Regular team.) Lomas-B. Read, r. e.; P. Sanches, r. t.; H. Monej is, r. g.; J. Castillo, c.; H . Samoza, I. g.; J. Candilarlo, 1. t.; J. Muller, I. e.; P. Berardinelli, q.; N. Blair, r. h. b. ; H . Baca, I. h. b . ; H. Gresham, f. b. Manager-J. A. , Wood. Crimson Tigers (Baltimore, Md.), o; Montford Athletic Club (Baltimore, Md.), 6. Crim so n Tigers-Gregory, r. e.; B. Hoope . r, r. t.; Hilbert, r. g.; Campbell, c.; H. Bre dhall, 1. g.; Gus Hooper, I. t . ; Sheller, I. e.; J. John so n, q.; Hatton, r . h . b.; Roberts, 1. h . b.; W. Bredhall, f. b. Montford A. C.-J. Smith, r. e.; Murray, r. t.; W. Bond, r. g.; Tucker, c.; Hohman, 1. g.; Wilkinson, 1. t.; W. Deaver, I. e.; Tankersley, q.; Tom Marshall , r . h. b.; H. Hofmeister, I. h. b.; Copper, f. b. Manager-K. Campbell. Crimson Tigers (Baltimore, Md.), 61 Eagle A. C. (Baltimore), 5. Crimson Tigers-( Regular team.) Eagle A. C.-Roth, r. e.; German, r . t.; Alexander, r. g.; Harney, c.; E . Hess, I. g.; White, I. t.; H . H ess, 1. e.; Peastie, q.; Fairbanks , r. h. b.; Hand, I. h. b.; Bartlett, f. b. Manager-K. Campbell. Internationals (South Lawrence, Mass .), u; Unions (North Lawrence, o . Internationals-Fred Robinson, r e; Willie Boylton, r t; Willie Frash, r g; Elsworth Hill, c; Israel Berenson, I g; Austin Horne, I t; Byron Drew, I e; Abraham Berenson, q; Stephen Herbst, r h b; Douglas Newel , I h b; Harold Syostrom, f b . UnionsJames Donnelly, r e; Harry Donovan, r t; Leo Connors, r g; Leo Burns, c; John Kelly, I g; James Grace, It; Joseph Fallon, 1 e; John McNamara, q; Frank Call a han , r h b ; Eddie Hughes, I h b; Eddie Claus, f b. Manager-Adam Herbst. Internationals (South Lawrence, Mass.), 23; Riversides (Law-rence, Mass .), 6. Internationals-(Regular team.) Riversides-Michael McHoney, r e; Patrick McHoney, r t; Martin McLaughn, r g; William Doud, c; Charles Cowell. 1 g; Martin Hannigan. I t; Arthur Maxwell, I e; Lawrence Timson, q; William O'Brien, r h b; J ohn Carven, I h b; Charles Clark, f b. Manager-Adam Herbst. Medallion (Los Angeles, Cal.), 5; Tropico (Tropico), o . Medallion-B. Stevens, r. e.; W. Roberts, r . t.; Cy. Lyone, r .

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. g-.; G. Finch , Lebran d, c.; E. Morris, !. g.; Eno Ridder, I. t.; A. Macy, I. e.; Snyder, q.; W. R. Page, r. h . b.; Wayne, I. h. b.; R D. Page, f. b. Tropiccr-Bowman, r . e.; Raymer, r. t.; Dillion, r. g.; Strieb, c.; Toweler, 1. g.; Tapp, !. t.; Price, I. e.; Frenchie, q.; Murry, r. h . b.; Mor
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; i 1 y TOP vVEEKLY . F.liel, q; E. Channer (sub.), r h b; L.Anderson,lhb; J. Miller (sub.), f b. Scrubs-D. Reid, r e; R. Fox, r t; V. Graham and Christenson, r g; T, Bulger, c; E. Jaeger, 1 g; W. Manning, 1 t; P. O'Grady, I e; W. Ronan, cf; S. McDonald, r h b; Chipey, 1 h b; Jackson, f b. Manager-T. Graham. Centrals (Buena Park), 27; Ravenswood (Ravenswood, Ill.), o. Centrals-(Regular tl"am.) Ravenswood-Refused line-up. Manager-Graham Centrals (Buena Park, Ill.), II; L. V. Institute (Evanston, Ill.), o. Centrals-(Regular team . ) L. v. Instit11te-Smith, r e; J. O'Grady, r t; Francis. r g; O"Donneil, c; Field, 1 g; Livermore, l t; Lexington, 1 e : Ra lph, q; Osgood, r h b; :\Iiller, I h b; Kt:hm, f b. Manager-Graham. Acad:!my (Indianapolis, Ind.), 6; Orchard (Indianapolis, Ind.), o. Academy-Van Camp, r e; Brown, r t; Finkbincr, r g; Cold well, c; Schmidt, I g; De Frese, l t; Stewart. I e: Gorin (capt.), q; Schoen, r h b; Ketchum, I h b; Newman, f b. OrchardCutts. r e: Finne. r t; Smith, r g; Foster, c; Colburn, I g; Lindsey. I t; Flagg, I e; Stark, q; Mitchell, r h b; Sampsel, 1 h b; Hall, f b. Academy (Indianapolis, Ind.), IO; State Street (Indianapolis, Ind.), 0. Academy--( Regular team.) State Street-Da \ i s , r e; Moore, rt; lllontgomery. r g; B. Herris, c; Hendricks, I g; J\ld1urray, It; Bush. I e; Darrel, q; Hart (capt.), r h b; wahl, I h b; Sterling, f b. Y. M . C. (Easthampton, Mass.), S; Scrub s (Easthampton, . ' Mass.), o. Y. M. C.-W. i\Ionntain, r e; A. Saubria, r t; S. Hitchcock, r g; F. Allen , c; T. Buttcrwor,th, I g; F. McCarthy, I t; P . Kughlcr, I e; S. Hallon
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. Young Sports (Ithaca, N. Y.), 57; Plain Street (Ithaca, N. Y.), o. Young Sports-F. Caveney, r e; H. Finch, r t; J. Mahoney, r g; M. Sullivan, c; 0. Dick, I g; J . Williams, I t; P. Frawley, I e; B . Johnson, q; D. Osmun, r h b; J. Menzie, I h b; R. Carney, f b. Plain Street-B. Mantzell, r e; J. Burns, r t; J. Mansell, r g; C. Champagn, c; M . Bristol, l g; B. Dunham, I t; ]. Hennighen, I e; J. Benson, q; J. Osmun, r h b; J. Sammons, 1 h b; R. Bab. cock, f b. Manager-Be n Burns. Young Sports (Ithaca. N. Y.), 10; Campus Tigers (Ithaca), o. Young Sports-(Regula r team.) Campus Tigers-F. Kirk, re; J. Scott, r t; L. Sullivan, r g; P. Silke, c; L. Murphy, l g; B. Lina , 1 t; R. Dauncey, l e; M. Sullivan, q; H. Taber, r h b; B. Taber, I h b; G. Burrett, f b. Manager-Ben Burns. Young Sports (Ithaca, N. Y.), 17; Fall Creek (Ithaca. N . Y.), o . Young Sports-(Regular team.) Fall Creek-C. Bristol. r c; M. Owens, r t; ] . Turney, r g; C. Michaels o n, c; B. Matthews, l g; J. Scott, l t; P. Scott, I e; C. Bernard, q; B. Kelly, r h b; R. Barnard, 1 h b; R. Wilson, f b. Manager-Ben Burns. Cornell, Jrs. (Gloucester, Mass.), 15; L. H. S. (Lanesville, Mass.), o . Cornell, Jrs.-J. Jeff erey, r c; C. Murphy, rt; E. Oakes, r g; C. Brown, c; E. Ross. I g; L. Wilkens, It; A. Dakin, I e; V. Carr, q; G. Goldthwaite, r h b; F. Sargent, l h b; ]. Mclnnis, f b. Manager-G. Gold t hwaite. L. H. S.-Shay, r e; Stuart, r t; Cunnin gha m, r g; J. Peters, c; Brodie, l g; Binks, I , t; Tuth, l e; Sharpe, q; F. Peters, r h b; J. Kerr, l h b; Biggs, f b. ManagerSharpe. Cornell, J rs. (Gloucester, Mass.), 15; Lookouts (Gloucester), o . Cornell , Jrs.-(Regular team.) Lookouts-W. Furniss, r c; C. Bowens, rt; VI' . Hansen, r g; J . Cahill, c; B . Hansen, lg; K. Kiley, 1 t; T. Gayton, l e; S. Foley, q; W. McCormack, r h b; F. Chandeler, I h b; C. Cahoon, f b. Columbia (Camden, N. ].) , 40; Winslow (Mount Holly, N. ]. ) , o. Columbia-L. Smith, r e; P. Stone, r t; E. Stewart, r g; F. Still ton, c; G. McDonald, l g; W. Campbell, l t; R. Clements, l e; R. Whytes, q; H. Stratton, r h b; G. Johnso n, 1 h b; C. Rose, f b. Manager-C. Taylor. Winslow-T. Dom, r e; W. Johns, rt; S. J ackson, r g; F. Baldwin, c; R. Reid, I g; A. Hartman, 1 t; C. Dougherty, I e; F. Hess, q; R. Shi v ers, r h b; G. Watson, I h b; L. Abbot, f b. Ma nager-]. Moore. Bromptons Ill .), 24; Addisons (Chicago, Ill.), o. Bromptom-(Regular team.) Addisons-H. S enfe rt, r e; R. Smith, r t; E. Ebert, r g; C. Kern, c; W. Handt, l g; ]. Olson, l t; C. Wheeler, 1 e; 0. Johnso n, q; W. Howard, r h b; A. Anderson, 1 h b; G. Johnson, f b. Manager-Ray Smith. Brampton (Chicago, Ill.), 45; Reta (Chicago, Ill.), o. Brompton-(Regular team.) Reta-]. D onkey , re; M. Newfield, rt; P. Wray, r g; I. Johnson, c; P. Elklund, lg; V . Suck, It; H. Smith, 1 e; R. Newfield, q; W. Johnso n, r h b; J. Johnson, 1 h b; R. Hill, f b. Manager-P. Wray. Second High School Team (Hannibal, Mo.), Louisiana H. S. (Louisiana, Mo.), o . Second High School-Knighton. r e; Williams, r t; Phillips, r g; Hall, c; Eichenberger, l g; Loomis, 1 t; Moore, 1 e; Foster, q; Millard, r h b; Labsap, 1 h b; Scheidke r, Bcuttler, f b. ManM . Clayton. Louisiana-Flagg, r e; Langston, r t; Vasconselles, r g; Stewart, c; Venerable, 1 g; Jessup, I t; Paine, l e; Grey, q; Stark, r h _ b ; Rryan, 1 h b; McBridge, f b. Cliftons (Charlestown), 15; News Bureau (Boston), 5 . Shee han, r e; W. Lewi s , r t ; ]. Brady, r g; J . McNamara, c i G. Roe, 1 g; l\I. Fineran, l t; W. Monagle, 1 e; R. F. Neagle. q; C. Doherty, r h b; J. Hayes, 1 h b; F. Lynas, f b. News Bureau-vV. Bree n, re; D. Morey, rt; M. Harkins, r g; G. Sullivan , c ; J. Welsh, lg; T. Thather l t; C. W . Barron, le; W. Worthington. q; H. Cotrell, r h b; F. Leonard, 1 h b; J. Downey , f b. :\llanager-R. F. Neagle, Jr. Cliftons (Charlestown). 24; Frothingham (Charlestown), o. Cliftons-(Regular team.) Frothingham-B. O'Shea, r e; CO!sworthy, r t M. Corbett, r g; W. Harrington, c; Morse, l g; Stark, l t; Mernin, l e; Quirk, q; Forwanna, r h b; Williard, 1 h b; W. Atwood, f b. Manager-R. F. Neagle, Jr. Cliftons (Charlestown), 17; Rrennans (Charlestown), o . Cliftons-( Regular team.) Brennans---W. Brennans, r e; R. Denehy, r t; M. McBride, r g; W. Turnbull, c; F. R ea rdon, l g; F. Sherry, l t; Z. Cre s wold, l e; M. M uer, q; M. Raddigan, r h b; Clancy, 1 h b; M. Creswold, f b. Manager-R. F. Neagle, Jr. Cliftons (Charlestown), 6; Dunker Hill Boys' Club (Charlestown), 5. Clifton-(Regular team.) Bunker Hill Boys' Club-Mcin-tire, r e; McGlinchy, r t; E. Sullivan, r g; D. Sullivan, c; B. McLaughlin, I g; Ritchey, I t; Murphy, I e; White, q; Nary, r h b; Curren, l h b ; Coleman, f b. Oakland A . C. (Bayside, L. I., :(ll'. Y.), II; Cecelian Academy (N. . Y. City), o. Oakland A. C.-F. Boelke, r e; A. Roe, r t; H. Roe, r g; H. Cammon, c; J. Clarke, l g; C. Seegroatt, I t ; L. Roe, 1 e; M. Otten, q; J. Johnsto n, r h b; A. Egle, 1 h b; G. Clark, f b . Manager-F. A. Boelke. Cecelian Academy-Cloonan, r e; Early, r t; Hayes, r g; Farrell, c; Sande rs, 1 g; Seigners, 1 t; Sigh, I e; Fitzgibbons, q; K e ntJedy, r h b; Burdick, 1 h b; Rosenthal, f b. Manager-J. C. Cloonan. Milo, Jr. (Milo, 0.), 12; Westerville, Jr. 0.), o. Milo, Jr.-Willard, re; Miller, rt; Griffin, r g; Hutchiso n, c; Wims, 1 g; Simp so n, 1 t; Sheehy, I e; Strain, q; Wigmore, r h b; Johnston, 1 h b; Buckerfield, f b. Manager-K. Strain. Westerville, J r.-Ressle r, r e; McClyde, r t; Dempsey, r g; Surchard, c; Myers, l g; Clausen, 1 t; Young, 1 e; Farren, q; Tate, r h b; Putter, I h b; Harris, f b. Manager-Harris. Sherman, 40; Wes ber, o . Sherman-Ernest Krittsen, r e; Erskine Ritzim, r f; John Lule, r g; Oliver Swarts, c; Ardie Cremmer, I g; Tom Lascy, 1 t; Francis Malay, l e; Jake Ricker, q; Julius Reinfooth, r h b; Jim Gray, I h b; Oliver Hitkel, f b. Wesber-John Mack, r e; G. Crasty, r t; John Decker, r g; Hugo McAnn, c; Homer Heger, I g; Ervin Swartz, I t; George Rocky, I e; John Boggers, q; Harry Kurger, r h b; Frank Scillter, l h b; Percy Methan, f b . Sherman, 20; Wyman, o. Sherman-( Regular team.) Wyman-B. Rovato, r e; Tom Duseq. r t; L. Weight, r g; M. Sanders, c; C. Ledmen, I g; S. Lyle, I t; F Tobert, l e; C. Kleater. q; C. St. John, r h b; H. Tolbot, l h b; J. Gernie, f b. Mana:, er-Oliver Hickel. St. Ann A. A. (Somerville, Mass.), 5; Somerset (Somerville, \ Mass.), o. St. Ann A. A -Graham, r e; Buttimer, r t; l\forphy, r g; Brachie, c; J. I. Kane, I g; Griffiths, I t; Mahoney, I e; O'Gara, q; J. W. K ane, r h b; Rogan, l h b; D oherty, f b. ManagerBurke, c; Clarke, l g; Higgins, 1 t; Rose, 1 e; Casey, q; Collins, r h b; Johnson, l h b; K enney, f b. Manager-D. J. O'Brad)'. O'Gara. Somerset-Boudreau. r e; McLaughlin, r t; Ryan, r g; 0olden West (San Jose, Cal.), 12; San Jose F. C. (San Jose, Cal.), o . Golden West-Thomas Richards, r e; Charley Moore, r t; John Mason, r g; Ray Harden, c; Sam L ogan, l g; Robt. Mailey, l t; Harry Meyers, ! e; Carl Lorriga n , q; Bert Smith, r h b; George Mailey, I h b; Robert Nel'son, f b. Manager-Ray Harden. San Jose F. C.-Chas. Campbell, r e; John Cutter, r t; T o m Bt1rke, r g; ClaudP Fisher, c-; Roy I g; Clarence Rhodes, l t; Willie Burke, l e; Edward Taylor, q; Jim Curren, r h b; Dick West, I h b; Ed Harris, f b. Golden West (San Jose, Cal.), 6; Santa Clara Sports (Santa Clara, Cal.), o. Golden West-(Regular team.) Santa Clara-Herold Tenny, re; George Roberts, rt; Ray Miller, r g; Sam Hudson, c; Harry Davis, l g; Jim Roberts, 1 t; Samuel Robinson, I e; Geo . Kelley, q; Ch:irley Crownan, r h b; Alex. Speers, I h b; Jack Dunham, f b. Manager-George Kelley. Tigers-Frank Bailes, r e; Ralph Biggs, r t; Earl Lang, r g; Tony GiJI, c; Harry Smith, I g; Charles Anderso n, l t; Andy Johnson, I e; George Swets finger, q; Henry Rosenkranz, r h b; Frank Brugman, I h b; Louie Stnith, f b. Man2ger-Louie Smith. Maroons-Christ. Anderson, r e; Frank Thompon, r t; Earl Lang, r g; Frank Johnso n, c; Harry Frickle. I g; Alfred l\lyers, I t; George Meyers, l e; Ab. Tapman, q; Loui e Mousere, r h b; Frank Goldsmith, 1 h b; Frecf f b. Manager-Fred Dorchel. L o ngview ( Bwokville, Pa.), 5; Litchtown, 11. Longview-Shick, r e; ;\lcDonald, r t; Richar
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.... Prof. Fourmcn: As an almost constant reader of !ip Top I will ask ycu to favor n1e by answering a few questions, and will also send my developments. I am traveling around the country ,,ith the Calumet Baking Powder people, and since I came North and began mY "tour'.' and began to practice your development exercises I ha,c jumped from a sick, weakly boy to a strong, manly one lili;e Dick Merriwell, my "model." Before I began reading Tip Top I used to smoke and chew tobacco, which was three years ago. I now am full of gratitude toward Mr. Standish and also Street & Smith. I could go on and on praising them, but will step down, and Jet another. "praiser" or "applauder" step up and deliver a like address. My developments are as follows: Height, 5 feet 60 inches; weight, 124 pounds; neck, 12)1, incJ:ies; breadth of shoulders, .inches; chest, normal, 30 inches; chest expanded, 33)1; inches; biceps, normal, 9 inches; biceps, expanded, toy.? inches; length forearm, 10 inches; wrist, 6)/, inches; waist, 29 ittches; thighs, 17 inches; calves, . 120 inches; ankles, 9)1, inches. I ride a bicycle, punch bag and use dumbells and boxing glo\'es. Hoping to see this in print. LYNN SH:AW. (1) Are !by good? (2) How can I develop my neck and arm muscles? ( r) Your measure111ents are good, but you are slightly under weight. Keep in training, and you wi!i notice more. improv . ement all the time. (2) Use dumbbells, chest weights and rtidian clubs. For neck, use head harness attachment to weight machine, and do the head movements, extension, flexion and rotation. Prof. Fourmen: B . eing an arde;1t admirer and reader ;f TIP • 't'pP_. I take the t9 ask your advice in regard to fol low1ng: My occupat10n 1s extremely sedentary, and, as 1t occu. pjes the whore day's time, I . have little . or no time for any . exercise of any kind (that is, outdoor exercise). Will you please advise me some good m thods of indoor eercise, and also give me a brief otftline of diet? Also say if the measurements given below a-re welrprop.ortioned: Age, 23 years; waist, 310 inches; chest, 32-36 inches: biceps, ro ii1ches; forearms, ro inches; calves, 14 inches; thighs, 19 inches; h _ eight, . .5 feet 8 inche .s; weight, 145 P . ounds. Yours very truly, C. C. CALLEN. measurements. are only _ fair, and. ,your chest should . be broader, but a little exercise will help you to develop your mus cles. 1 want you to read my articles entitled "Indoor Training" and "!raining Table for Young Athletes," to be found in TrP ToP Nos. 261 and 269. You find much va1Uab1e information . which will surely benefit you, but try for outdoor exercise, too. Get it whenever you can. . Prof. Fourmen: \i\Till ask ybu a few questions, as I have a ifreat desire to become an athlete. I am a country boy, never got much training, only that' which a farmer boy gets. I have bern playirtg football on a hijh \ school te:i ; n for :ibo i;t sic; weeks. l have gained 12 pounds. We have a training table and coach. I have gained in size some, too. My measurements are: Neck, 15).i inches: around shoulders, 43 chest, 3i inches; e:qnnded,' 36 inches; waist, 30 inches; thigh, 22 inches; above knee, 157:( inches; ankle, 80 inches; weight, 160 pounds, and am 5 feet 8 inches tall . I. What exercises should I use? 2. I can't jump much. Can you tell me how to acquire this skill ? 3. I desire to be limber in all of my joints; I am quick enough, but can't run long. How can I improve? 4. I desire to learn to pitch, but can't curve, but have some speed. Do you think 1 could JM.rn to pitch well? Hoping to see this in print, I am a well wisher and reader of T. T. W. ]'hanking you in advance, • W.W. T. 1. Follow my "General Advice to Young Athletes," to be found in Tip Top No. 265. 2. Keep on practicing all the time. Regularity in this, and perseverance, will be the greatest help to you in acquiring what you wi s h. 3. Begin running gradually, then increase yourspeed, and . rub well with alcohol after exerci s ing. , '4. Read my article on "Curved Pitching, and ' Hoiv to Dolt," in Tip Top No. 266. Prof. Foutmen: . Please tel! me how my measurements arc, and what I must do to make them proportionate and perfect: Chest, iminflated, 28 inches; chest, normal, 30 inches;. chest, inflated, 32 inches; waist, 29 inches; forearrt1, left, 9 inches; forearm, right, 90 inches; biceps, right. 10)/i inches; biceps, left, " ro inches; age, r6 years 6 months; neck, 130, inches; calf, 13% in ches; thigh, 170 inches; weight, II5 pounds; height , S feet 50 inche s . 2. l\fy ankles are awfully weak. 'When I am walking. they sometimes almost go from under 1tie. what should I do to stten.gthen them? Hoping to see this in print, I am, y-0urs gratefully, _ GEO. w. I -IUGHES. 1. You are under weight , and. to fully deve!Op all the muscles, you should go into training. Follow my "Ge neral Advke to Young Athletes," to be found in Tip Top 265. 2. Running, walking, and skipping the rope are all good ex ercises for the ankles; also try "standing on the toes," standing as squarely as possible o.n the .tod, then on . the heels . . Prof. Founnen: As I am a r-eader of Tip Top I would lik e to ask a few questions . . I am 15 years old, 5 feGt 7 inches . tall ; weight, 140 pounds. I . play baseball: and football. Are m:r measurements good? .Hoping to this in the next number, I remain, your friend, EDDIE C:AMPBEtL. You are W(}ll proportioned, and are taking good exercise. That is the essential thing for development of all the muscle5. ,. MANAGER'S COUPON . 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