Prove yourselves worthy of it." Never had discipline been better preserved in the eighth grade classroom than during that day.
Soon after four o'clock scores of Gridley schoolboys had found their way to the big vacant field not far from the Central Grammar, the owner of which permitted its use freely by schoolboy athletes.
The principal of the South Grammar, too, was there, flanked by rough-and-tumble Ted Teall and the South's baseball delegation.
Captain Ted had to play the Centrals on Saturday, and he wanted to view their style.

Though North Grammar was well represented, the principal of the school did not appear, being "detained by pressure of important duties." "Old Dut will know enough to be here," remarked one of the Central boys proudly.

"Nothing but disaster could keep him from showing interest in our work." Cheering was started by a big group of North Grammar boys.

A stage had just been sighted, and this bore the North Grammar's diamond champions.

A few moments later the stage drew up at the edge of the field, and Hi Martin and his fellows piled out, each proudly resplendent in showy uniform of red and white, with red caps and stockings.