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64 "It is too early to pick out the crew yet," said Mr. Lighten, "as I don't know what any of you can do. So I suggest that you all have a try, and those that develop the most aptitude will come In for more consideration. Have you thought of anyone for permanent captain? Wait, though, I guess you'd better let that go until you see how you make out In rowing. And, as for the coxswain—who want's [sic] to be coxswain?" he asked.

"Don't all speak at once," he added whimsically. "Remember that, while it's a post of honor, the coxswain doesn't row, though by steering he assumes almost as much responsibility as all the rest put together, for a well-steered boat often means a winning one. We want a light weight for coxswain," and he looked over the assembled group.

No one volunteered and the coach went on:

"Well, at the risk of seeming egotistical, I'll assume that post myself, for the time being, though I'm a bit heavy. I think I can coach you better from that position—at least at the start. Now then, I guess we're ready. Whom shall we try first?"

Once more he looked around.

"Holly Cross," he called, and that lad stepped forward, then: "Kindlings, Phil Clinton, Tom Parsons, Frank, Sid," went on the coach.

A pause.