work, isn't it? And you can read all about Livingston's brilliant
career, Gale. By the way, have you met him yet?"

Paul shook his head. "No, and I'm bearing up under it as well as can be
expected."

"You're not missing much," said Cowan. "Hello, here's the football
schedule! Want to hear it?" Paul said he did, Neil muttered something
unintelligible, and Cowan read as follows:

"E.C.F.B.A.

"SCHEDULE OF GAMES

"Oct. 12. Woodby at Centerport.
" 16. Dexter at Centerport.
" 23. Harvard at Cambridge.
" 26. Erstham at Centerport.
Nov. 2. State University at Centerport.
" 6. Arrowden at Centerport.
" 9. Yale at New Haven.
" 16. Artmouth at Centerport.
" 23. Robinson at Centerport."

"By Jove!" said Cowan. "We've got seven home games this year! That's
fine, isn't it? But I'll bet we'll find Woodby a tough proposition on
the 12th. Last year we played her about the 1st of November, and she
didn't do a thing to us. And look at the game they've got scheduled for
a week before the Robinson game! That'll wear us out; Artmouth will put
just about half of our men on the sick-list. And--Hello!" he said,