FRED PITCHES A BOMBSHELL INTO TRAINING CAMP "One, two, three, four! One, two, three, four! "Halt! Rest!" "Attention! Overhead to front and back.

Commence! One, two, three, four!" Coach Luce's voice rang out in a solid, carrying tone of military command.
The baseball squad was hard at work in the gymnasium, perspiring even though the gym.

was not heated above fifty degrees.
Dumb-bell drill was going off with great snap.

It was followed by work with the Indian clubs.

Then, after a brief rest, the entire squad took to the track in the gallery.