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 "I understand," said Dick. "Wish I could think of someone."

"So do I. Wish I could. Just to show how things get by when there's no one around to take charge, look at the dummy."

"I don't see it," responded Dick, his gaze traveling across to where the two uprights and cross-bar stood empty.

"That's just it. If Farrell had been here the dummy would have been up and ready for use. I never thought of it. Neither did Lanny. He told the First Squad to go over and tackle and when they got there there was nothing to tackle. It's stowed away in the gym."

"Life is indeed filled with woe, George," laughed Dick.

"Well, it is," grumbled the other, smiling a little nevertheless. "Lanny jumped on me because the old thing wasn't hung."

"Well, as manager of the football team—" began Dick slyly.

"Oh, I know. I ought to have seen to it. But there you are. I never had seen to it and didn't think of it. Everything's the same way. We haven't got balls enough, we're short of blankets and—and