The Crimson Banner : $b A story of college baseballMoffat, William D. (William David)
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The Crimson Banner : $b A story of college baseball
Moffat, William D. (William David)
Baseball stories; College sports -- Juvenile fiction; College students -- Juvenile fiction
“This is a most unexpected favor, Mr. Carter, and I thank you sincerely
in behalf of the Association for this benefit, which, I am sure, will
go a great way towards supplying the deficiency in our treasury. Is
there any further business before the meeting?”
“Mr. President,” asked Elton, “when does the convention meet this year?”
“I am forced to say that I do not know as yet. For some reason no word
has reached me from the secretary of the League, Mr. Slade of Halford
College, although it is much later than the usual date for sending such
notifications. Has Mr. Larcom received any word today?”
“No, sir,” answered Tony.
“I shall probably hear tomorrow, and it is more than likely that the
convention will be held on some day in the early part of next week. As
soon as definite notice reaches us, your representative will go on to
Berkeley, and a full account of the business of that meeting will be
reported in the _Chronicle_. This is as complete information as I am
able to give on the subject this evening. Is there any other business?
If not, the――――”
“Mr. President,” interrupted Tony, “may I have one moment? I have no
baseball business to bring before the meeting, but I have received
today a letter which is addressed to the ‘students of Belmont College,’
so I presume that this is the time and place to read it. Am I in order?”
Ray nodded.
“It is from Park College,” added Tony, taking from his pocket the
letter which I had read down at the boat house.
I watched the faces about me with interest, and I shall never forget
the rapid changes of expression that passed over them――first curiosity,
then eager attention, astonishment, anger, and finally scornful
amusement, as the challenging letter was finished.
When Tony sat down, there was a chorus of howls, accompanied by various
exclamations such as “What cheek! Want our cannons, do they? What are
they going to do about it? Tell them to come and get them! Maybe they’d
better ask for the whole town!――――”
Ray hammered on the desk.
“You have heard the letter, gentlemen. What shall we do with it?”
A sharp discussion followed. Some were in favor of answering it with a
heated reply, challenging Park College to do their worst, whatever that
might be, but the majority were of the conviction that any notice of
the letter at all would be unwise.
“Mr. President,” exclaimed one of the latter, “I move we lay it on the
table――_permanently_.”
“I have an amendment to offer,” said Elton. “I move we lay it under the
table. There is a waste basket there.”
“These motions are out of order. They have not been seconded,” said Ray.
“Then I don’t make any motion,” said Elton, rising again. “I merely
suggest that the best way to treat such a letter as this is to ignore
it utterly.”
All were coming around to this view of the matter, so that when Ray
asked again, “Gentlemen, what action shall we take in reference to this
letter?” no one spoke.
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