human
Open up the cupboard, cried Frank after the home greetings were over.
gpt
You have four champion diners with you to-night.
human
A little soup, slice of mutton and toast for the athlete, Mrs. Armstrong. Frank isn't allowed to eat anything rich, you know, training table grub and all that.
gpt
You chase yourself around the block, Mr. Codfish. The training table has a rest for a solid week--apple dumplings, strawberry shortcake and all the fixings belong to me.
human
Seems as if you had earned it, son,
gpt
Grand little muscles, Mr. Armstrong, said the loquacious Codfish.
human
Nice, hard and knotty, warranted pure steel, made in Germany--just feel them, best set in Yale--delivery of goods guaranteed----
gpt
Well, boys, said Mr. Armstrong, edging into the torrent of talk,
human
Yale is great stuff,
gpt
It would be better if we didn't have so many studies,
human
How's that?
gpt
Well, a fellow just gets settled down to doing something like baseball or football or track athletics when the recitations break in. And the profs. get so peeved when a fellow isn't up to form that they have an unkind habit of flunking him.
human
And do you flunk, Mr. Gleason?
gpt
Does he flunk! O, my!
human
I hold the record in the class, said the Codfish proudly.
gpt
Four in one day. Such a successful flunker that I have three conditions for next year.
human
Conditions, what are they?
gpt
O, just little attachments that they sometimes put onto Freshmen,
human
Have you any, Frank?
gpt
In athletics a fellow has to keep up to the scratch, you know. If he doesn't, he can't go into athletics. The Codfish is the free-lance.
human
Yes, he's gone into everything, interjected Jimmy,
gpt
O, but he will,
human
Thank you for your confidence, said that individual rising and making a sweeping bow.