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speeches, that pays no attention to the speeches on the other side-all evidently written and memorized beforehand-and one which recognizes and meets what an opponent has said. Demosthenes, for example, the prince of all orators, not only wrote his speeches so that they sounded, as he said such speeches should sound, as if "spoken on the spur of the moment," but he never failed to weave through these prepared speeches replies to what his opponents had said.

If you ever become a lawyer, you'll just have to acquire the habit of remembering what your opponents say, what the witnesses testified to, and the rulings of the judge; although you can help yourself, to a certain extent, by taking notes. Similarly, at meetings of citizens to discuss public questions. And in the discussions of business men in their chambers of commerce, and at meetings of the directors of corporations, you'll have to acquire this habit of paying attention and remembering, or you 'll be out of it when it comes to taking part in affairs. So why not begin now? You'll find it 's lots of fun when you get into it as good as any game. "We do our best easily and in sport," says Emerson; so get all the fun you can out of it.

III. EDUCATION AND MEMORY THERE are several reasons why educated people learn more quickly the things worth while, retain them better, and can do things with what they remember. Here are some of these reasons:

1. They have trained themselves to concentrate; to pay attention.

2. They fix things in their minds by recalling from within-looking into their minds to see that things find their way into the proper compartments, instead of just repeating over and over, without these "look-ins."

3. They increase their interest in things by thinking them over. This thinking things over-not just repeating themresults in:

4. The formation of connections between new things and related facts and ideas that are older residents in the mind. If given a chance, as a result of the "thinking-over" habit, these old residents are most hospitable in welcoming and taking in their new kith and kin.

5. Properly educated people don't cram, as foolish young people sometimes

do for "exams." While a good meal makes you feel good all over, an overloaded stomach means trouble. The food does n't digest properly; and in case of an overloaded mind, it does n't either.

6. They don't tease and annoy their memories, as the cramming type of student is apt to do; for the latter knows he is n't giving his memory a square deal, and is afraid it will go back on him at the critical moment. A contemporary said of Lord Stratford, "His memory was naturally great, and he made it greater by confiding in it." And says Thomas Fuller, in that dear, quaint way of his:

Spoil not thy memory by thine own jealousy, or make it bad by suspecting it. How canst thou find that true which thou wilt not trust?

7. The trained mind learns, in paying attention, not to make this a strained attention; not to get over anxious. Good golf-players learn that it does n't pay to get too worked up over a drive.

"But," you say, "how are you going to take it easy when you don't feel easy?"

Just do. Begin by trying, and after awhile-usually a little while you can. You simply let them alone, the things you 've been trying to remember,these tricky elves of memory land, that would n't come when you called them,— and, like the sheep of Miss Bo Peep, they 'll finally come trotting home, bringing all their little details behind them!

8. In memorizing, don't dwell too long on a given topic, but go on and come back to it. The Little People of the brain, to whom you keep repeating, seem to get annoyed about it and say:

"Yes! Yes! Yes! That 's ten times you 've told us that. We heard you the first time. This nagging habit of yours simply confuses us. And besides, you make us weary. You ought to know the memory can't work when it 's weary; have n't you often heard the expression, 'I'm so sleepy I don't know my name?""

So say the Little People; and they 're entirely right. This nagging habit-a common fault of young folks who put off getting their lessons until the last moment, and then rush things-really wastes their time and wastes the Little People's time, and sets them against you-if you 're of that sort.

9. And here is a final caution-one of the most important of all. In the quotation from Darwin,-back on the first page, he spoke about his memory. In another place in his autobiography, whence the quotation is taken, he says:

I followed the rule, whenever I came across a published fact, observation, or thought that was opposed to my own conclusions, to make a note of it without fail and at once; for I had found by experience that such facts or thoughts were far more apt to escape from the memory than favorable ones.

The mind has a tendency to forget or overlook not only things that oppose our views, but unpleasant things in general-unless they are so painful or so terrible, so associated with some dear friend, that they leave a scar, as Professor James used to say.

This accounts

for the strange fact that, in spite of the frightful nausea of the first cigar, the smoker, later, lights another; that the dyspeptic persists in eating things he ought not.

When you prepare for a debate, have n't you noticed that, in hunting up facts and arguments, you are apt to overlook those that favor the opposition and to exaggerate the number and importance of those that support your side? And, possibly-although the thing itself is an unpleasant memory and therefore slippery-you recall how your side has lost debates for that very reason!

Remember what Darwin did. That's the way to do, if you want to get to be a scientist or a successful business man,- as you 'll see when we come to the Story of the Magic Penny, or a successful lawyer, or anything. And what 's to hinder you?

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D.P. Lathrop

NOT I!

By WALTER DE LA MARE

As I came out of Wiseman's Street,
The air was thick with driving sleet;
Crossing over Proudman's Square,
Cold clouds and lowering dulled the air;
But as I turned to Goodman's Lane,
The burning sun came out again;
And on the roof of Children's Row
In solemn glory shone the snow.
There did I lodge; there hope to die:
Envying no man-no, not I.

By RALPH HENRY BARBOUR

SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS INSTALMENTS

NED and Laurie Turner, twins, new boys at Hillman's School, decide that it is their duty to go in for athletics, although both are inexperienced, and the privilege of upholding the honor of the Turners on the gridiron falls to the unwilling Ned. "Kewpie" Proudtree, a candidate for the team, currying favor with the captain, introduces Ned as a star player. Ned protestingly accepts the rôle and manages to conceal his ignorance. Kewpie gives him private instruction in punting and soon declares

that he is a born kicker.

CHAPTER VII

HIGH SCHOOL ACCEPTS DEFEAT

A WEEK passed, and the twins began to feel like old residents. They had ceased being "the Turner twins" to acquaintances, although others still referred to them so, and their novelty had so far worn off that they could enter a class-room or walk side by side across the yard without being conscious of the rapt, almost incredulous, stares of the beholders. To merely casual acquaintances, they were known as Ned and Laurie; to a few friends they had become Nid and Nod. Kewpie was responsible for that. He had corrupted "Ned" into "Nid," after which it was impossible for Laurie to be anything but "Nod." Laurie had demurred for a time, demanding to be informed who Nod had been. Kewpie could n't tell him, being of the hazy belief that Nid and Nod were brothers in some fairy story he had once read, but he earnestly assured Laurie that both had been most upright and wholly estimable persons. Anyhow, Laurie's objections would n't have accomplished much, for others had been prompt to adopt the nicknames and all the protests in the world would n't have caused them to drop them. These others were n't many in number, however: Kewpie and Thurman Kendrick and Lee Murdock and George Watson about made up the list of them at this time.

Kendrick was Kewpie's room-mate, a smallish, black-haired, very earnest youth of sixteen, which age was also Kewpie's. Thurman was familiarly known as "Hop," although the twins never learned why. He was a candidate for quarter-back on the eleven and took his task very seriously. Lee Murdock was one of the baseball crowd, and Laurie had scraped acquaintance with him on the diamond during a practice game. The word "scraped" is used advisedly, for Laurie, in sliding to second base, had spiked much of the skin from Lee's ankle. Of such incidents are friendships formed! Lee was

two years older than Laurie, a big, rather raw-boned fellow, with a mop of ash-colored hair and very bright blue eyes.

George Watson was sixteen, an upper middler and, as Laurie frequently assured him, no fit associate for a respectable fellow. To the latter assertion, George cheerfully agreed, adding that he always avoided such. He came from Wyoming and had brought with him a breeziness of manner that his acquaintances, rightly or wrongly, described as "wild and woolly." Of the four, Kewpie and George were more often found in company with the twins.

There had been four lessons in kicking on an open lot behind the grammar school, two short blocks away, and while Ned had not yet mastered the gentle art of hurtling a football through the air, Kewpie was enthusiastic about his pupil's progress. "Why, geewhillikins, Nid," he broke forth after the fourth session, "you 're a born kicker! Honest you are! You've got a corking swing and a lot of drive. You-you 've got real form, that 's what you 've got. You understand. And you certainly do learn! Of course, you have n't got it all from me, because you 've been punting in practice two or three times, but I take some of the credit."

"You've got a right to," responded Ned. "You've taught me a lot more than I 've learned on the field. Gee, if it had n't been for you I'd have been afraid even to try a punt over there! You ought to see the puzzled way that Pope looks at me sometimes. He can't seem to make me out, because, I suppose, Joe Stevenson told him I was a crackajack. Yesterday he said, 'You get good distance, Turner, and your direction is n't bad, but you never punt twice the same way!"

"Well, you don't," laughed Kewpie. "But you'll get over that just as soon as I can get it into your thick head that the right way 's the best and there 's only one right!"

"I know," said Ned, humbly. "I mean to do the way you say, but I sort of forget."

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"Next year!" exclaimed Ned, dubiously. "Gee! mean to tell me I 'm going through all this work for next year?"

"Well, you might get a place this year, for all you know," replied Kewpie, soothingly. "Just keep on coming, Nid. If you could only-well, if you had just a bit more speed now, got started quicker, you know, Pinky would have you on the second squad in no time, I believe. get started, but

You 're all right after you you understand."

"I do the best I know how," sighed Ned. "I suppose I am slow on the get-away, though. Corson is always calling me down about it. Oh, well, what do I care? I don't own it." "I'd like to see you make good, though," said Kewpie. "Besides, remember the honor of the Turners!"

Ned laughed. "Laurie will look after that. He's doing great things in baseball, if you believe him, and it would n't be right for us to capture all the athletic honors."

"You make me weary!" grunted Kewpie. "Say, don't you California chaps ever have any pep?"

"California, old scout, is famous for its

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We grow it for market out there. Why, I 've seen a hundred acres planted to it!"

"You have, eh? Well, it's a big shame you did n't bring a sprig of it east with you, you lazy lummox! Some day I 'm going to drop a cockle-bur down your back and see if you don't show some action!"

Hillman's started her season on the following Saturday with Orstead High School. As neither team had seen much practice, the contest did n't show a very high grade of football. The teams played four ten-minute quarters, consuming a good two hours of elapsed time in doing it, their members spending many precious moments prone on the turf. The weather was miserably warm for football and the players were still pretty soft. Kewpie derived great satisfaction from the subsequent discovery that he had dropped three quarter pounds and was within a mere seven pounds of his desired weight. Had he played the game through, instead of yielding the center position to Holmes at the beginning of the last half, he might have

reached his goal that afternoon. Ned and Laurie wounded him deeply by declaring that there was no apparent improvement in his appearance.

Ned saw the game from the substitutes' bench, and Laurie from the stand. High School turned out a full attendance and, since Hillman's was outnumbered two to one "O. H. S." colors and cheers predominated. Laurie sat with Lee Murdock, who, as a baseball enthusiast, professed a great scorn of football. (There was no practice on the diamond that afternoon.) Lee amused himself by making ridiculous comments in a voice audible for many yards around.

"That 's piffle!" he declared on one occasion, when the ground was strewn with tired, panting players. "The umpire said, "Third down,' but if they are n't three quarters down, I'll treat the crowd! The trouble with those fellows is that they did n't get enough sleep last night. Any one can see that. Why, I can hear that big chap snoring 'way over here!" Again, "That. brother of yours is playing better than any of them," he asserted.

"Ned? Why, he is n't in! He's on the bench down there."

"Sure! That 's what I mean. You don't see him grabbing the ball away from Brattle and losing two or three yards at a time. No, sir, he just sits right there, half asleep, and makes High School work for the game. Every time he does n't take the ball, Nod, he saves us three or four yards. He's a hero, that 's what he is. If Mulford would get all the rest of them back on the bench, we might win."

"You 're crazy," laughed Laurie.

Her

During the intermission, Laurie's wandering gaze fell on two girls a dozen seats away. One, whom he had never seen before, displayed a cherry-and-black pennant and belonged unmistakably to the high-school cohort. She was a rather jolly-looking girl, Laurie decided, with a good deal of strawcolored hair and a pink-and-white skin. companion was evidently divided as to allegiance, for she had a cherry-and-black ribbon pinned on the front of her dress and wore a dark-blue silken arm-band. For a moment, Laurie wondered why she looked familiar to him. Then he recognized her as Polly Deane. The two girls appeared to be alone, although some boys in the row behind were talking to them.

So far, the twins had not been back to the little shop on Pine Street, but Laurie re

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