Naturally, the newspapers gave the young man's story as well as a
history of the game. They told of his disagreement with his
father; of the Anthony anti-football bill which the old man in his
rage had driven through the legislature and up to the Governor
himself. Some of them even printed a rehash of the railroad man's
famous magazine attack on the modern college, in which he all but
cited his own son as an example of the havoc wrought by present-
day university methods. The elder Anthony's wealth and position
made it good copy. The yellow journals liked it immensely, and,
strangely enough, notwithstanding the positiveness with which the
newspapers spoke, the facts agreed essentially with their
statements. Darwin K. Anthony and his son had quarrelled, they
were estranged; the young man did prefer idleness to industry.
Exactly as the published narratives related, he toiled not at all,
he spun nothing but excuses, he arrayed himself in sartorial
glory, and drove a yellow racing-car beyond the speed limit.
It was all true, only incomplete. Kirk Anthony's father had even
better reasons for his disapproval of the young man's behavior
than appeared. The fact was that Kirk's associates were of a sort
to worry any observant parent, and, moreover, he had acquired a
renown in that part of New York lying immediately west of Broadway
and north of Twenty-sixth Street which, in his father's opinion,
added not at all to the lustre of the family name.
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