up and make some distance with it instead of falling on it." Then he made the mistake of adding, "It's only practice anyway."
"Practice, hey!" roared Cavendish. He turned and bellowed in another direction, "Evans! Evans!" And when the frail-looking Freshman coach came trotting up, "What kind of milksops are you nursing over here, eh! Give this baby his bottle and tell him to run home! Chase him off the field and shoot him if he comes back. Lettin' a fumble go because he didn't want to get the naughty cinders in his finger nails! What kind of tea drinkers are we gettin' here for football material anyway!"
Sheldon attempted a look of injured innocence, but it wouldn't come off. He was too scared Cavendish would bite him. So he turned obediently and trotted off the field. Later in Commons he told his dinner mates all the biting retorts he might have made to Cavendish, "the big bum," but for some reason hadn't.
Such was hard-boiled Mike Cavendish, head coach of the Tate University football teams. Tate had secured his services from a college in the Northwest, where he had won a nation-wide reputation by turning out football teams that had not suffered defeat for five years running. When Tate started its
