Evening star., 1935-11-26

"Less?"
"Nope"
"More?"
"Yep'
''How much?"
"Three hundred and five"
'Well, I'll be harnswoggled."
"Best of it is, I'm all muscle. mean
3ussle."
"step up and get your medical slip,
Tubby, then we can go up to Over
tons Office together"
"Righto!"
"Is this examination the bunk, or
does he give you a thorough going
cver?"
"I'll say he does And how I fear
It. He does everything but take out
your intestines and string 'em across
the room"
why do you fear it. Tubby, you
don't look any worse than you did
year ago."
ANY worse- Fact is, he said
II I didn't lose about so pounds in
the course of a year, he wouldn't let
me try for the team this year. Said
I was too heavy for my own ankles,
and 1t was bad for my heart. And
then, he's something of an economist
and I guess he wants to save the
athletic association the expense OF
having q special uniform built to in
close this" and he patted his tre-
mendouse stomach affectionately.
Doc Overtons Office consisted Of
in a h.
west corner of the gymnasium. He
had been the college physician for
years, and was known to generations
of Colburn men and women. Every
one called him Doc" not disrespect-
fully, but familiarly and with an
inference of high regard. His talks
on the majesty of the human body;
the mysteries of the alimentary canal,
and the obligations men owed their
Creator to keep themselves fit, were
part of the academic ritual of the
college.
About a dozen naked foot ball can
didates were standing in line, wait
ing for their examination. Their
clothes were strewn on chairs in the
room just of his Office. Guess this
Is about as good a place as any"
remarked Chuck. pulling his sweater
over his head.
Suits me-" said Tubby, dropping
heavily into a chair. AS he leaned
back to make himself comfortable,
there was an ear-splitting sound of
straining wood, and Tubby keeled over
backward and landed with a crash.
"There goes the Sanford game" he
shouted, enjoying his own predica-
ment as much as the others who
howled with pleasure. DR.. Overton
didn't even bother to discover the
cause Of the excitement. Casually
he remarked, so that Tubby could
hear him: We'll, that's two chairs
that young elephant owes this Office.
guess I'll have to bill him for them.
Broke one last year, too. Guess we'll
have to build him a harness or a
hammock"
Sorry, Doc" Tubby chuckled good
naturedly. 1T must have been o
defective chair"
Chuck and Tubby stood in line
waiting their turn. Their conversa-
tion was continually interrupted by
the Staccato announcements Of
Spike" HennesSey, the teams rub
ber, who was calling off the weights,
heights and proportions of the ath-
letes, to a clerk who jotted them down
on Doc Overton's official record blank.
Theodore SOrrell Sill, 1877
pounds, chest, Al; waist, 35; biceps,
right, Il inches; left, 1871; calves,
right, IA; left, ID; thighs, right and
left, 81; neck, Is; heart, normal;
lungs, normal; eyes, normal"
Nice build Ted has, hasn't he,
Tubby?" said Chuck, looking Sorrel
over as Ted jumped from the scale
and started to climb into his clothes.
Fair" answered the rollicking
Hughes with a twinkle in his eyes,
''but just look me over, boy"
That's SO, too, Tubby," responded
Chuck. II almost forgot about your
sylphlike figure. A veritable Apollo,
I'd say. And I'm almost sure the
Doc will agree with me when he
surveys your little physique"
"Blake!" yelled Spike" "6-1k, 1877,
chest, 43; waist. So; biceps, right,
Is; left, Is; calves, right, 1914: left,
same; heart, normal; lungs, normal;
eyes, normal"
Now there's a guy with a set-up."
remarked Tubby quietly.
"I'll say" agreed Chuck.
"He's built like a prize fighter" /"
Tubby continued, scanning Blakes
massive and -proportioned form
from head to foot Don't under
stand why he didn't make q regular
position on the outfit last Fall. Too
easy-going, guess. If he got sore
on the line he'd just about murder
O fellow. Ever see pair of shoulders
like that? And look at those mitts.