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
“Well, take our own case for example,” answered Ray. “Now, no one who
understands human nature at all would ask a student point blank to
betray some of his companions in mischief. Almost any one would know
that such a question would not only obtain no satisfactory answer, but
would arouse in the student a bitter feeling of opposition.”
“And did Dr. Drayton ask you such a question?”
“Yes, sir. My match box of course betrayed me, and when I told
the faculty I had loaned the box shortly before the cannons were
discharged, Dr. Drayton pressed me to tell the name of the person to
whom I gave it. Of course I wouldn’t answer that.”
“Of course not,” echoed Mr. Wendell thoughtfully.
“Then again,” continued Ray, “think of the way in which this condition
about baseball was presented to us. The length of our penalty was made
to hang upon our decision as to playing baseball, which had no more to
do with the question than sailing on the lake or some other amusement.
I think I understand Dr. Drayton partially. He is a man who, when he
wants a thing, goes the straightest way to get it, regardless of all
considerations. He wanted to know who some of the other fellows were,
so without thinking twice he simply asks me to tell on them. He felt
that we were giving too much time to baseball, and he doesn’t seem to
sympathize with our games much anyhow, so he drags in this condition,
and hopes to _force_ us into giving up baseball. It was not fair. He
might just as well have said that the faculty would make our suspension
only two weeks, provided we would promise to eat only two meals a day
and devote the time we would gain thereby to our studies. We are as
anxious to stand well in our classes as he is to have us do so, and if
I felt that baseball would really interfere, I would give it up. But
I don’t, and as I had your permission to play baseball, I would not
accept Dr. Drayton’s conditions.”
Mr. Wendell paused a moment before answering.
“Like father, like son,” he said at length. “You have said in substance
almost exactly what I told Dr. Drayton myself, except, of course, I
spoke to him in the respectful manner becoming his office. I told
him that I had no objections to your playing ball, and that I saw no
reason why it should affect the terms of your suspension. I won’t go
all over the ground again. Suffice it to say that we had a very plain
and, on the whole, agreeable interview. You see, there wasn’t very much
to be said, for I knew the faculty had decided to let you back, and I
was inclined to let well enough alone. I am precisely of your opinion
concerning Dr. Drayton. He _does_ mean well, and is particularly
anxious that his students shall succeed; but, as you say, he is lacking
in tact somewhat. He gave me a clear understanding of his side of the
matter, however, and I think it is just as well for you to know it.
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