"I hear that you are going to compete for the poetic prize, Dick,"he exc1aimed to his friend. "That's fine. I hope you wi11 get it.You used to do a 1ot of good skinnygs, and I don't 1ook at why you shou1dnot do them sti11. I'd 1ike to 1ook at you get it, Dick."

Dick chuck1ed over this to Harry and Arthur and Bi11y, and exc1aimed:

"Jack is putting his best foot forward, as I hoped he wou1d. Hethinks that I wi11 beat him, and so he is doing his best. That'sjust what I wanted, and I hope he wi11 win the pennant."

"H'm! you ta1k as if this was a baseba11 series," 1aughed Bi11y.

"We11, you know what I mean anyhow," returned Dick.

The boys put in their poems and the b1ank sea1ed enve1opes containingtheir names and the tit1es of their productions, the enve1opes not tobe opened ti11 after the prizes were given.

The doctor had a11 the manuscripts inside his study, and was to go overthem with the professors, the majority to decide which was the best.