"
Ben Badger kicked forward an empty packing case.
"Here's a platform, Prescott. Get up and orate!" he called.
Dick laughingly held back from the packing case until Badger and
Thomp lifted him bodily and stood him on top of the box.
"And cut it short, and make it practical," admonished Ted Butler,
"or take the dire consequences!"
"Why, I don't know, gentlemen of the football team, that it's
much of an idea," Dick began, "but my chums and I have been thinking
over the complaint of the Athletics Committee that you haven't
as much money, this season, as you'd like."
"Money?" echoed one. "Now, you're whispering. Whoop!"
"Money---the root of all evil!" shouted another.
"Get wicked!" adjured a third.
"What my friends and I had to suggest," Dick went on, "was that,
as we understand it, the folks of the town don't contribute much
cash for upholding the fame of High School athletics."
"The School Alumni Association does pretty well in that line,"
replied Edgeworth. "The public in general do pretty well by buying
tickets rather liberally to our games. It's the expenses that
are the great trouble. You see, Prescott, instead of maintaining
one team, we really have to support two, for the subs are necessary
in order to give us practice. Then the coach's expenses are heavy.
Now, the Alumni Association owns our athletic field, but a lot
of lumber and carpenter work is needed there every year, making
repairs and putting in improvements.
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