. St. Nicholas [serial]. in the stand to see hisson perform. Now, is nt that enough to make afellow determined to pitch a regular ChristyMathewson game? The old whip is in first-classcondition, and, well—just back me up, and thegold-and-green will be state inter-scholastic base-ball champions when the sun goes down! Whistling happily, Billy sat on the bench be-fore his locker and commenced to disrobe, pullinghis baseball togs out on the floor. The end of hislocker row was at an open window, and the seniorthrilled as he heard the enthusiastic Bannisterboys, jamming the gold-and-green section of
. St. Nicholas [serial]. in the stand to see hisson perform. Now, is nt that enough to make afellow determined to pitch a regular ChristyMathewson game? The old whip is in first-classcondition, and, well—just back me up, and thegold-and-green will be state inter-scholastic base-ball champions when the sun goes down! Whistling happily, Billy sat on the bench be-fore his locker and commenced to disrobe, pullinghis baseball togs out on the floor. The end of hislocker row was at an open window, and the seniorthrilled as he heard the enthusiastic Bannisterboys, jamming the gold-and-green section of thestands of Bannister Field, roaring with fervortheir famous old Marching Through Marstonsong, ending by spelling out, with an increasingdin on each letter, their old rivals name. Thestands were filling rapidly; directly across fromeach other the frenzied rooters and supporters ofeach team yelled, cheered, and sang; a blaringstudent band inspired the Marston red-and-black, while string-bean cheer-leaders, clad in 899. white and waving big megaphones, leaped wildlyabout before the gold-and-green, inciting thestudents to noisy clamor. My last game for old Bannister! murmuredBilly Dwyer, a mist before his eyes as he gazed atthe familiar scene on which he now looked for thelast time as a member of the gold-and-green Dad in the stand to see me step into the boxand fight for the school, as he used to do yearsago—why, I ve got to win to-day, and I 11 pitchmy arm off to do it, for Dad and BannisterSchool! In this joyous mood, occupied by thoughts ofthe coming contest, Billy Dwyer had failed tonotice the atmosphere of the gym locker-roomupon his arrival; he had not seen the glances ex-changed by his team-mates, nor remarked thestrange absence of the usual tender queries as tothe old wing, which always greeted a twirlerbefore the game. Now, as he drew on his jersey,he saw his room-mate, little Buddy Walton, stand-ing at the end of the locker-row, gazing at himwith a look o
Size: 2573px × 971px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookauthordodgemar, bookcentury1800, bookdecade1870, bookyear1873
