As a milk slime, your day began at four o’clock in the morning, when you rose from bed and sprinted three-quarters of a mile to the dairy. You were done by seven, in time to eat breakfast and to attend Mr. Russell’s first football meeting of the day. You milked again for an hour in the afternoon before running full speed to the practice field. Russell allowed the milking boys to be a little late to practice and normally started the calisthenics without them. But if they were not on the field by the start of the daily scrimmage, the coach started checking his watch. “Where are the milk slimes?”
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