"Pull them down," said the Junior, simply, "and soon afterward you get out a proc saying sarcastic things about _them_, which they pull down, feeling very indignant, and then they haze you worse than ever. Please hand me the butter." "But I still don't see," said Barrows, the small fellow with the big head, "what Saturday's baseball game has to do with it?" "They wait until after that," replied the Junior, smiling, "in order to write verses on the score and jeer you on being so badly beaten." "Maybe we won't be beaten," said Barrows. "I sincerely hope you won't," said the Junior, benignantly. The series of inter-class baseball games lasting a week had begun as usual on the Monday previous. They are played so early in the term because football soon absorbs all athletic interest of the fall. The Freshman class, which was large and had had many aspirants to athletic honors, had barely had time to pick out its nine, who were, so said the Junior class baseball captain who was coaching the players, unusually good material, but quite lacking in team play. This was only natural, as only three of them had ever seen each other a week before. However, they made a very good showing against the Juniors on Tuesday, and by Thursday they had improved so much that they beat the lazy Seniors. To tell the truth the latter had not put a very ambitious team in the field, and played horse throughout the game. But this encouraged the Freshmen wonderfully, and confidence was just what they needed. After the practice on Friday afternoon the Junior coach said, "I think you fellows will win to-morrow--_if_ you don't get rattled," he added, shaking his head and thinking of his own Freshman year. The Sophomore-Freshman game is the concluding match of the week, and is always the special event of the series, owing to the intense rivalry between the two lower classes. It is advertised in the bill-posters in letters twice as large as the other games, and many alumni gather from New York and Philadelphia to witness it, which makes the two lower classes feel quite important. Great was the excitement in the Freshman class, and great was the hope of victory. The Sophomores, though they did not show it, were also excited, but they were blatantly confident of winning. It would be a terrible disgrace if they lost to the Freshmen. Soon after the mid-day meal on Saturday the Freshman class marched down to University Field in a body, and sat there cheering for itself and its team all the afternoon.