THE GREAT PANCAKE RECORD 43 chance. Remember, Kid, old sport, it’s for the

Dickinson.” Smeed heard in ecstasy; it was just the way Tur-

key talked to the eleven on the eve of a match. He nodded his head with a grim little shake and smiled nervously at the thirty-odd Dickinsonians who formed around him a pit of expectant and hungry boyhood from the floor to the ceiling.

“All ready!” sang out Turkey, from the door- way.

“ Six pancakes! ”

“ Six it is,” replied Hickey, chalking up a monster 6 on the slate that swung from the rafters. The pancakes placed before the ravenous Smeed vanished like snow-flakes on a July lawn.

A cheer went up, mingled with cries of caution.

“ Not so fast.”

“ Take your time.” “ Don’t let them be too hot.”

“ Not too hot, Hickey!” Macnooder was instructed to watch carefully over the temperature as well as the dimensions. “ Ready again,” came the cry. “ Ready—how many? ”

“ Six more.”