The students of all classes gather in a circle around them to watch the sport.

First the light-weights try a tussle for the cane; then the middles, and lastly the heavys.

It is not so much strength as skill that wins, and the victors keep their canes as trophies, and are proud to show them for the rest of their lives." "Well, really," laughed Maud Dinsmore, "it does not strike me as anything worth taking particular pride in." "Mayhap that is because you are only a girl, Maud," remarked Chester teasingly.
"Yes," she returned sportively, "if I were only a boy I might be as silly as the others." "Does it strike you as very silly, Gracie ?" asked Walter.
"Well, no; not for boys," she returned doubtfully, "but rather so for a man.

There are so many other things in which--at least it seems to me--it would be better worth while to excel." "Yes; so there are," he agreed with a thoughtful look.

"And yet an occasional bit of sport is a good thing even for a man." "That is very true," said Harold; "and certainly as true for brain-workers as for any who toil with their hands." "Doesn't it seem pleasant to be at home again, Walter ?" asked Grace.
"Yes, indeed!" he exclaimed.