College stories; Sports stories; Yale University -- Juvenile fiction
Frank might have been induced to continue in the swimming game, for
the love of it, but in the last part of February the overpowering
call for baseball candidates caught him, and he joined the uniformed
crowd that daily haunted the cage in the rear of the Gymnasium; and
through the afternoons, when recitations permitted, he took his share
of batting, base-running, pitching, stopping grounders, and all that
goes to the training of a Yale baseball player.
He was at first enrolled among the candidates for pitcher, but as
there seemed to be a great plenitude of pitchers, he was relegated to
the outfield, but glad to be on the squad on any position.
"What, our young Christy Mathewson out in the lots! Fie upon them!"
exclaimed the Codfish when he heard.
"Even Napoleon had to begin," returned Frank. "Maybe they'll back me
off the field before long. College baseball isn't school baseball,
you know."
With the coming of warmer weather, the crocuses and chirp of the
robin in late March, the baseball and track men forsook the cage for
the open field, and there during the long afternoons the candidates
were put through their paces by the different coaches.
Coach Thomas, who had been appointed by the 'Varsity captain to
drill the Freshman nine, was a believer in hard work and gave his
pupils plenty of it to do. Naturally, men from the larger preparatory
schools, who had come to Yale with a reputation made in their school,
had the first call. When they made good they held their positions.
Armstrong and Turner, coming as they did from a school not among the
half dozen prominent ones in the country, had to show their merit by
hard fighting. But the coach played no favorites and when a player
showed merit in the practice he had due consideration.
Turner and Armstrong, the former as catcher and the latter as
pitcher, worked as a battery for some of the early practice. Frank's
remarkable control stood him in good stead at first, but as the
batters improved in their hitting of straight balls, Frank dropped
behind in the race, and was now used only occasionally for batting
practice. He was one of the half-dozen substitutes in the outfield.
Turner fell into a more fortunate situation as catchers on the squad
were scarce, and before two weeks of practice had elapsed, was in
second place in the race for the position of backstop on the Freshman
nine.
CHAPTER IX.
A JUMP IN BASEBALL AND THE RESULT.
The fact that the Freshman diamond lies very close to the running
track, and more particularly that the right field foul-line impinges
on the back stretch of the track, by a peculiar circumstance had a
very important influence on the college life of Frank Armstrong. And
so do great things turn on small incidents.
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