"See here, either we fellows organize the Gridley High School eleven ourselves, and decide who shall play in it, or else we stay out and let the muckers go ahead and pile up a record of lost games this year." "That's hard on good old Gridley High School," murmured Hudson.
"True," agreed Fremont.

"But it'll teach the town, the school authorities, the coach and after this year, that only the prominent fellows in the school should have any voice in athletics.

Let the muckers be content with standing behind the side lines and rooting for the real High School crowd." "Shall we put it to a vote ?" asked Bayliss, looking about him.
"Yes!" answered several promptly.
"Then, as I understand it," continued Bayliss, "when the football call goes up, we're all to ignore it.

We're to continue to ignore the call, and keep out of the school football squad this year, unless the coach and the Athletics Committee agree that we shall have the naming of the candidates.

Is that the general agreement among ourselves ?" "Yes!" came the chorus.
"Any contrary votes ?" Momentary silence reigned in this conclave of "soreheads." "Yet," continued Bayliss, "we've started training among ourselves.
This morning's cross-country is part of our daily training.
If we have to refuse the football call, and stay out of the squad, are we to drop our present training ?" "Hardly, I should say," responded Fremont.