The first team defeated Granleigh High School in a slow game marked by many errors on both sides and then played Murray School and lost, 7 to 2. Murray had a field day with the Wyndham pitchers, knocking Jeff Ogden out of the box in the third, by which time four markers had been put on the scoreboard, and hitting Sam Erlingby so hard that he, too, was wisely retired in the seventh. Although Murray made only three runs off Sam, he yielded six hits and three passes and was only saved from a worse fate by some really fast fielding at times. Sam was a right-hander and had been offered on the supposition that, since the enemy had severely punished Ogden, a left-hander, it would find a starboard artist more difficult. But Murray showed that he could hit them all, right or left, and gathered in thirteen hits in the process. Bud Moore, who pitched the game out, didn’t escape unscathed, but he managed to keep the clouts scattered and witnessed no tallies. Wyndham looked feeble that afternoon as an offensive team, making but five hits off the opposing pitcher, two of which were credited to Captain Leland. Of Wyndham’s brace of runs, one was put across in the second inning as a result of Wink Coles’ single, an error by shortstop and Hurry Leland’s two bagger into right. The other tally didn’t materialize until the ninth, when the home team attempted a rally and, after Raiford had been thrown out at first, got Talbott and Van Dyke on second and first. Cobham, the Blue’s catcher, bunted along the first base line and made the second out, advancing the runners, however. Pierce, batting for Bud Moore, drove a liner at second baseman, who fumbled long enough for Talbott to score. Van Dyke, though, was beaten by a few inches in his race for the plate, and the rally flivvered. It was on the Monday following the Murray game that the second took the first into camp in a six-inning contest by a score of 6 to 5. The first’s line-up was rather patched and was subjected to frequent alterations, but still it was the first team just the same and the second derived much satisfaction from that victory. Frost pitched for the scrub and did a good job, getting into many bad holes only to pull himself out by cool-headedness and canny judgment. Every one on Mr. Wadleigh’s roster got into action at one time or another, and Clif made his first hit against an opposing team in the eighth when he smashed a red-hot liner past Tyson, at third. Tom was again tried at the last corner and made two assists, but his only trip to the plate resulted in a fly-out to shortstop. Needless to say, he forgot all that Tusks had tried to teach him as soon as the first ball had been pitched to him and his batting form reverted to his famous imitation of Clouter Hearn. Reminded of this by his fellow members of the Triumvirate that evening, Tom was at first impatient and then dejected. “It’s no use,” he declared finally in extenuation. “I mean well, but I just can’t get the hang of it.”