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as those that appeared in the papers last year. Such occurrences do more harm than can be balanced by winning football championships. Don't you think so?"
Stehman was kicking up gravel. "Very likely," he said.
"Mr. Stehman, I won't keep you longer; but remember, this body of men will do just about as you direct them. Which way are you going to direct them?"
Stehman hesitated. He was trying to say something—but saying things was not in his line; so he only scowled.
"Good morning, Mr. Stehman; I was in hopes you would help me; good morning."
The Captain made a gesture as if to speak, but the President had hurried off abruptly, displaying more emotion on his thin, ascetic face than most people thought he was capable of. "Perhaps Professor Saunders was right," he was saying to himself. "I am disappointed, greatly disappointed."
"Well," thought the big football player, watching the President hurry off, his shoulders bent with worry, "I never knew before
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