ool baseball teams be on hand this
afternoon, when as full plans as possible will be made.

By order of the Athletics Committee of the Alumni Association.

(signed) Edward Luce,
B.B. Coach._

A shout of approval went up from half of those present
as Purcell, of the junior class, finished reading.

Many of those who had no thought of making the school or second
teams were filled with delight at thought of the training season
being so soon to open.

One of the boys who was pleased was Fred Ripley. He had handed
that five-dollar bill to Tip Scammon the afternoon before, and
now felt rather certain that he had closed the door on the whole
Scammon episode.

Like many another haughty, disagreeable person, Ripley had, in
spite of his treatment of others, a keen desire to be well thought
of. The year before, in the sophomore class, Fred had played
as one of the pitchers in the second team, and had done fairly
well on the few occasions when he had been given a chance.

"There's no good reason why I can't make the post of pitcher on
the school team this year," thought young Ripley, with a thrill
of hope and expectant delight.

"Going to show up this afternoon?" asked Dave of Prescott.

"Of course I am, Darrin," answered Prescott, as Dick & Co. met
out on the sidewalk.

"Going to try to make the regular team?"

"Of course I am," declared Dick, smiling. "And so, I hope, are
every one of you fellows."

"I'd like to," agreed Tom Reade.

"Then don't say you'd _like_ to; say you're _going_ to," admonished
Dick. "The fellow who doesn't quite know never gets much of any
place. Just say to yourself that you're going to be one of the
stars on the school team. If you have to fall into the second
team---don't be cast down over it---but make every possible effort
toward getting on the top team. That's the spirit that wins in
athletics," finished Dick, sagely.

"I'm going to make the school team," announced Dave Darrin. "Not
only that, but I'll proclaim it to anyone who'll be kind enough
to listen. The school nine, or 'bust,' for me."

"Good enough!" cheered Dick. "Now, then, fellows, we'll all be
on hand this afternoon, won't we, and on every other afternoon
that we're needed?"

Dick & Co. carried that proposition by a unanimous vote.

"But see here, fellows," urged Dick Prescott, "just try to keep
one idea in mind, please. There's a good deal of objection, every
year, that athletics are allowed to interfere