Part 6 (1/2)
This course was followed. Langridge, who was president of the cla.s.s, called a meeting that afternoon, the amount needed was quickly subscribed, and the money was taken to Dr. Churchill.
”Why do you encourage that nonsense?” asked Professor Emerson Tines, the Latin instructor (dubbed ”Pitchfork” by the college lads in virtue of his name). ”Why do you submit to it?”
He happened to be with the president when Langridge brought in the money.
”I don't submit to it, Professor Tines.”
”But you encourage it.”
”No; I simply ignore it.”
”But the clapper is taken year after year.”
”Is it?” asked the doctor innocently. ”Well, now, so I have been informed by the janitor, but, you know, of my own knowledge I am not aware of it.
It is simply hearsay evidence, and I never like to depend on that.”
”But, my dear sir, don't you _know_ that the clapper is taken by the first-year pupils?”
”Perhaps I do,” answered the good doctor with a smile, ”but I'm not going to admit it. I was young once myself, Professor Tines.”
”So was I!” snapped the Latin teacher as he went to his own apartments.
”I--I doubt it, and that's not hearsay evidence, either, I'm afraid,”
murmured Dr. Churchill, as he resumed his study of ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics.
Tom Parsons, after chapel, introduced himself to Dr. Churchill and the proctor, and was properly enrolled on the college books. He was a.s.signed to his cla.s.ses, and soon began to feel himself at home among the students.
”Well, are you going?” asked Sid of Tom that afternoon, as they came from the last recitation.
”Going where?”
”To the baseball meeting. Didn't you see the notice?”
”No.”
His roommate showed it to Tom. It was a note on the bulletin board in the gymnasium, stating that all interested in the baseball nine, whether as players or as supporters, were invited to meet in the basket-ball court that afternoon.
”Of course I'm going,” declared Tom.
The size of the throng that gathered in the gymnasium was proof enough of the interest taken in affairs of the diamond by the Randall students.
There was talk of nothing save bases, b.a.l.l.s, strikes, sacrifices, bunts, home runs, fielding, pitching, catching, and what-not. Langridge called the meeting to order, and in a few words explained that the object of it was to get the team in shape for the spring games.
”I understand that there are a number of new men with us this year,” he went on in easy tones. There was no use in denying that the well-dressed lad knew how to talk, and that to get up in front of a throng did not embarra.s.s him. ”I hope, as manager as well as a player,” he went on, ”that we shall find some good material. The team needs strengthening in several places, and it is up to us to do it. Now I have a list here of the former players, and the names of some who have already signified a desire to try for places this year. I'll read them.”
It was quite a long list, and Tom Parsons, listening to it, began to wonder if he would have any chance among so many.
”If there are any others who would like to put their names down as candidates, I'll take them,” announced Fred.
Several stepped forward, and their names were noted, together with the positions they desired to play.