"In past years we have often been urged to adopt the training
table, in order that no greedy man may eat himself out of physical
condition. It is not, of course, feasible to provide such a table
here at the gym. I wish it were. But we will have training table
to just this extent: Every member of the squad will be handed
a list of the things he may eat or drink, and another list of
those things that are barred. The only exception, in the way
of departure, from the training list, will be the Christmas dinner.
Every man who enrolls is in honor bound to stick closely to his
list of permissible foods until the end of the training season.

"Remember, this year's work is to be one of the hardest work and
all the necessary self-denial. It must be a disciplined and sustained
effort for excellence and victory. Those who cannot accept these
principles in full are urged not to enroll in the squad at all.

"Now, I will wait five minutes, during which conversation will
be in order. When I call the meeting to order again I will ask
all who have decided to enter the squad to occupy the seats here
at my right hand, the others to take the seats at my left hand."

Immediately a buzz of talk ran around that end of the gym. The
High School boys left their seats and moved about, talking over
the coach's few but pointed remarks.

"How do you like Mr. Luce's idea, Dick?" asked Tom Reade.

"It's good down to the ground, and all the way up again," Dick
retorted, enthusiastically. "His ideas are just the ideas I'm