best, but he has just failed in one
subject and was barely conditioned in two others. He is so discouraged
that he says he's not going to continue in high school. He wants to
find a job and get to work. What would you advise?"

Bob, on receipt of this letter, had thought matters over carefully ...
gravely. Just half a block from the small bachelor apartment he
occupied was a spacious city park with baseball diamonds, a football
field and tennis courts. It had been his habit to keep in trim for
football season by working out in the park during the summer. If he
could get Judd to spend the summer with him he would do what he could
to make him over.

The temptation to accept Bob's invitation had been too great for Judd
to refuse. He was mortally sick of his associations at Trumbull.
Every place he went reminded him of some failure he had made. He was
looked down upon by fellows his own age. Few ever taunted him openly.
Judd felt that this was out of respect for the fact that he was the
brother of the great Bob. Just why he should be different than the
other fellows was something he couldn't figure out and his humiliation
at failing in his school work had caused him to feel that he could
never face his schoolmates again.

Seeing how set Judd was against returning to school, Bob wisely
refrained from forcing the issue. He was glad that Judd had instantly
reacted to the charge of "quitter." As long as a fellow had the fight
spirit in him there was some hope.

"I'm going out for a little workout with the football tonight," Bob
informed, "Got to keep in training, you know. Like to come out and
chase the ball for me?"

Judd consented begrudgingly but, before Bob's practice was over, he
began to betray genuine interest. Bob showed him how to throw the
pigskin and he found it great fun to lay the ball on his hand and sail
it through the air in spiral flight after recovering Bob's kicks.

"Say, Judd!" Bob called, "You might get down the field and catch these
punts. It'll save you chasing them after they strike."

Judd moved slowly to the place Bob indicated, not wanting to reveal his
growing interest too plainly. Bob kicked. The ball, turning end over
end, carried almost exactly to the place Judd was standing. He moved a
few steps to the side and reached up his arms but his judgment of
distance was poor. The ball struck him a smarting blow in the face and
bounced away. Judd, over-balanced, fell to the