“You want to talk to me about the Spacemaster Project, don’t you?” he asked.
Dick was caught off balance. All he could manage was a dry “Yes, sir.” Then he waited.
The principal leaned back and glanced at the clock on his desk.
“Let me save some time for both of us,” he commented. “I understand that you are ambitious to become part of this great project. So also are several million others throughout the country. It’s an intensely dramatic undertaking, and I can well understand why everyone wants to get onto the bandwagon. I’ve looked over the requirements, d**k, and have reviewed your grades. They don’t match up. Granted you have done very well this past quarter, but that isn’t enough to offset your previous record here. Even if I recommend you, I know you couldn’t pass their selection
