NORTH GRAMMARS PLAY REAL BALL "Say, dress a kid up swell, and send him on the street---did you ever know him to be any good ?" demanded Ted Teall scornfully of those who stood near him.

"Well, that's what ails the Centrals.
They're wearing a bale of glad dry goods and they can't keep their eyes off their togs long enough to find the ball." Dick and Dave heard this as they went to grass at the end of the third inning.
So far, though the Centrals had made some bases, none of their players had succeeded in scoring at the plate.

One of Hi Martin's players had scored a run in the first inning and another in the third.
"Teall is a torment, isn't he ?" whispered Dick.
"He is now," muttered Dave.

"He won't be after this game is finished." "Why not ?" "I'm going to trim some of the funny talk out of him after the game." "Don't do anything foolish, Dave," urged Dick.
"That won't be foolish.

It's necessary." "Don't do it, Dave, or even think of it.