Merriwell, Frank (Fictitious character) -- Juvenile fiction; Yale University -- Juvenile fiction
It would probably have amused an outsider if he could have known the
great care taken to prevent those students from being harmed by illness
or anything else.
They were grown men and able to take care of themselves ordinarily, but
from the time they went into training they were like so many children in
charge of a nurse.
They were informed as to just what they could eat and what they must let
alone. Not one of them was permitted to smoke, and every one of them was
required to do just so many hours of exercise of some kind every day.
While they remained in New Haven it was no very difficult matter to see
to it that every one of the contestants obeyed the regulations of the
managing committee.
In New York it was not quite so easy, for the members of the committee
were a good deal occupied in discussing arrangements with the committees
from other colleges who were quartered at different hotels.
When it happened that all the committee had to be away from the Murray
Hill at the same time, the oversight of the Yale crew was left to
Browning, who was the most experienced athlete among them.
There was not much for him to do, for each one of the contestants had a
programme of exercise laid out for him.
There was to be just so much walking, and at certain hours, and the rest
of the time, except for meals, was to be put in in resting.
It was understood that as often as possible the entire crowd should walk
together, and this they did on the first evening after their arrival.
They went up Fifth Avenue to Central Park, and walked rapidly for fully
an hour among its winding paths; then they returned to their hotel, had
baths, and went early to bed.
During the next day, Tuesday, the contestants were left pretty much to
themselves, as the members of the committee were away most of the time.
After one of the meetings with the committees from other colleges, the
Yale managers, finding that a number of things had to be done, divided
up the work and separated.
Three or four hours later Rowland and Frank met on the way to the hotel
where their companions were staying. They reported to each other what
they had done, and then fell as usual into discussing the prospects for
victory.
"I saw the Cornell tug of war team out for a run," said Rowland.
"Ah! What do they look like?" Frank responded, without much show of
interest.
"Beef!" said Rowland.
"Not dangerous, then, eh?"
"Why, no, I presume not. They look as if they could carry you fellows
around on one hand, but it seemed to me they were clumsy in their
running."
"I don't fear them," said Frank; "I'd heard from some other fellows that
Cornell was counting on weight more than anything else, and as you know,
I take more stock in head work."
"There's this to think of, though," remarked Rowland, "if a beefy team
gets the fall on you by the fraction of a second, you simply can't stand
it. That's the time when dead weight will tell."
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