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wither nor custom stale your infinite variety.'" "That's a quotation from--somebody," said South accusingly. "'Fan' wants us to think he made it up. Besides, I don't think it's correct; it should be, 'Custom can not age nor wither stale your various interests.' Hold on, I'm not particular; I'll walk along with you two. But fortune send we don't meet the Dean," he continued, as he slid to the floor. "I called on him Monday; a little affair of too many cuts; 'Mr. South,' said he sorrowfully, 'avoid two things while in college--idleness and evil associations.' I promised, fellows, and here I am breaking that promise. Farewell, Fletcher; bear up under your great load of affliction. Good-night, Burr. Kindly see that he gets his medicine regularly every seven minutes, and don't let him sleep in a draft; pajamas are much warmer." "Come on, you grinning idiot," said Foster. When the door had closed upon the three, Sydney placed his crutches under his arms and moved over to the chair beside the couch. "Look here, Neil, you don't really think, do you, that you'll have any trouble getting back into your place?" "I hardly know. Of course two weeks of idleness makes a big difference. And besides, I'm losing a lot of practise. This new close-formation that Mills is teaching will be Greek to me." "It's simple enough," said Sydney. "The backs are bunched right up to the line, the halfs on each side of quarter, and the full just behind him." "Well, but I don't see--" "Wait," interrupted Sydney, "I'll show you." He drew a folded sheet of paper from his pocket and passed it to the other. Neil scowled over it a moment, and then looked up helplessly. [Illustration] "What is it?" he asked. "Something weird in geometry?" "No," laughed Sydney, "it's a play from close-formation. I drew it this morning." "Oh," said Neil. "Let's see; what--Here, explain it; where do I come in?" "Why, your position is at the left of quarter, behind the center-guard, and a little farther back. Full stands directly behind quarter. See?" "Pshaw! if we get into a crowd like that," said Neil, "we'll get all tied up." "No you won't; not the way Mills and Devoe are teaching it. You see, the idea is to knife the backs through; there isn't any plunging to speak of and not much hurdling. The forwards open up a hole, and almost before the ball's well in play one of the backs is squirming through. Quarter gives you the ball at a hand-pas
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