Of course the school nine won over the scrub. Never mind the
score, which looked badly for the scrub. Dick was satisfied that
his nine was doing the best that was in it.
Tuesday afternoon there was more practice, though Captain Dick
did not allow it to continue too long.
"Now, don't take a single chance with yourselves," called Prescott,
in dismissing the squad on the field near the schoolhouse. "Don't
any one of you get a sore toe or strain a 'wing' before to-morrow
afternoon. Fellows, I believe that we are going to be able to
put it all over the North Grammar to-morrow afternoon. But we
can't do it unless we are all in the best of shape. Be careful
at table. Don't any one of you overeat between now and the game.
And all get into bed early to-night and have a long sleep."
"I put every young man in this room on honor for to-day," stated
Old Dut, facing his class, the next morning. "No matter what
the disorder or breach of discipline, no boy will be kept in after
school this afternoon, for I know that every one of you, whether
player or 'booster,' wants to be at the inter-school ball game
this afternoon. So remember, young men, that you are all on your
honor to-day. Prove yourselves worthy of it."
Never had discipline been better preserved in the eighth grade
classroom than during that day.
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