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 He wondered why he had decided on Wyndham, when there were so many schools near home which he could have attended as a day student. Well, that was just the reason, wasn't it? They had both thought it would be better if he went far enough away so that he would get the benefit of school life. "You pick the place yourself, son," Mr. Bingham had said. "I don't care what the price is, only see that you get your money's worth." And so, after months of indecision during which he had perused a veritable library of prospectuses and catalogues, Clif had chosen the John Wyatt Wyndham Preparatory School for Boys for no better reason than that while looking through the program of last year's Brown and Dartmouth game he had paused at a half-tone picture of a clean, earnest looking youth in football togs and idly read the lines beneath it:

"E. W. Langley, Jr., End. Class of 1923, age 21, weight 169, height 5 ft. 11 in. Cooperstown, N. Y. Prepared at Wyndham School."

Clif had watched "Wuzzy" Langley play football, and "Wuzzy" had become very close to hero size in Clif's estimation, and it seemed to him that a school that could turn out fellows like "Wuzzy," fellows who played wonderful football and whose names were synonymous with all that was clean and healthy and manly, was exactly the school he was looking for. That evening he told his father that he had decided