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F course, Rock objected, it always did, and there was a hot discussion at the lunch
table. Some people left in wrath and said things about the Board which had better
not be repeated. Then most of them went in town or read a “good book,” while

a very few ambled over to the meeting and said little, though some of it was hot. In spite
of all opposition, however, the Association abolished the ring high. As for Rock, it breathed
a sigh of relief that that was over at any rate, and prepared to erase track from its mind
altogether, which it was unable to do, for Parker was elected Captain, and she picked me
out as manager, not from any dawning genius but from an ability “to put the shot.” That
is why I had to write this article and spend all my precious evenings in the Gym.

Now, my “putting the shot’”’ was not of the Houghteling variety. It came about in
this way: Miss Applebee cast her eagle eye about and perceived me cowering behind
Parker. ‘‘ Have you tried this?” she thundered out, and I meekly went over to try.

It was not the standing high of Freshman fame which won so much applause that
Delano retired and refused to grace the track except in an official capacity, but it was one
of those dreadful broads. I made great motions, took two jumps with feet close together
and heels resounding on the floor, and with the last mighty effort came down very hard and