. St. Nicholas [serial]. nce of the coach, and of good oldPeters, and of Kenton, inspired him. Hedrew back his arm in the semicircle to whichthe players had grown accustomed, and threwan out-curve, with all the speed and all therotary motion he could put into the ball. It started straight as a bullet for the fellow saw it coming, and though a percep-tible quiver ran over him, he stood his groundlike a Trojan. The ball would hit him. Therewas no need to step forward. So he bracedhimself as best he could, and closed his eyes. The ball curved gracefully out from thebatter, and sailed s
. St. Nicholas [serial]. nce of the coach, and of good oldPeters, and of Kenton, inspired him. Hedrew back his arm in the semicircle to whichthe players had grown accustomed, and threwan out-curve, with all the speed and all therotary motion he could put into the ball. It started straight as a bullet for the fellow saw it coming, and though a percep-tible quiver ran over him, he stood his groundlike a Trojan. The ball would hit him. Therewas no need to step forward. So he bracedhimself as best he could, and closed his eyes. The ball curved gracefully out from thebatter, and sailed straight over the center ofthe plate. Three strikes and out! called the side was retired, and the game won. Landebin was the first to reach the you, old man! was all he said, butElton knew he understood. Peters grasped his hand with a vise-like grip. I knew you d do it, he grinned. By this time Kenton was over the did nt fail us, Baby, he said he repeated it, You did nt fail AN AUGUsT DAY IN THE FIELDS A GRAMMATICAL DISPUTE. By John Bennett. A brook and a little tree once went toschoolTo a bullfrog that lived in a puddle;They tried to learn all of the grammar byrule,Which left both of their heads in a nouns and of pronouns they soon had enough;Prepositions they found most unbearable stuff;While auxiliary verbs, they declared, were tootoughTo be taught by a toad in a puddle. I may, can, or must, might — I could, would,or should,Cried the brook — what nonsensical twad-dle ! • Quite right, said the tree; and I cant seethe goodOf ones stuffing such things in ones nod-dle ! And I vow, cried the brook, I shall not learn a thing! You mean will not, my dear, said the tree, with a swing. I said shall not, retorted the brook, with a fling; Surely you do not pose as a model ? But will is correct, cried the tree, with is shall said the brook, with another. It is will said the tree. It is shall saidthe brook,As they bo
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