THAT Sunday evening there was an informal meeting at Guy Felker's house in the interests of the Track Team. Guy had asked a half-dozen fellows to come and talk over affairs, and Lanny, Harry Partridge, Arthur Beaton and Toby Sears had responded. Orson Kirke had excused himself by telephone and Jack Toll had simply failed to appear. Toby Sears was Senior Class President, the School's best broad-jumper and a fair quarter-miler. Sears was eighteen and a rather earnest chap on whose judgment the school always placed the utmost reliance. It was Sears who was talking now.
"What Guy has said is just about so. There isn't now and never has been enough interest in track and field athletics with us. Every year it's been increasingly difficult to get fellows to come out for the team. Considering the lack of material
we've had to contend with, I think we've done
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