"You talked a lot about what you'd do with the nine---and what have you done?
Left us the boobies of the league.

We're the winners of the leather medal." "Why didn't you play yourself, then ?" snarled Hi.
"I wish I had.

But we Norths were fooled by the talk you gave us about how baseball really ought to be played and managed.
You're the school's mascot, you are, Hi Martin.

Not!" In the meantime Dick Prescott was being surrounded by anxious Central Grammar boys.
"Dick," said one of them, while others listened eagerly, "you beat the Norths.

But you didn't give them any such drubbing as the Souths did to-day.