By order of the Athletics Committee of the Alumni Association.

(signed) Edward Luce,
B.B. Coach._

A shout of approval went up from half of those present
as Purcell, of the junior class, finished reading.

Many of those who had no thought of making the school or second
teams were filled with delight at thought of the training season
being so soon to open.

One of the boys who was pleased was Fred Ripley. He had handed
that five-dollar bill to Tip Scammon the afternoon before, and
now felt rather certain that he had closed the door on the whole
Scammon episode.

Like many another haughty, disagreeable person, Ripley had, in
spite of his treatment of others, a keen desire to be well thought
of. The year before, in the sophomore class, Fred had played
as one of the pitchers in the second team, and had done fairly
well on the few occasions when he had been given a chance.

"There's no good reason why I can't make the post of pitcher on
the school team this year," thought young Ripley, with a thrill
of hope and expectant delight.

"Going to show up this afternoon?" asked Dave of Prescott.

"Of course I am, Darrin," answered Prescott, as Dick & Co. met