St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-10-23
THE HIGHEST HONORs.

hetchon Was Little Weak on
Greek, but He Was Strong in
Putting an English on the Ball.
Harry Romano, in Puck
II don't exactly understand the
science of the game" observed the old
professor, as he readjusted his glasses
and beamed interestedlv across the
bright green diamond. 'but so far as
can learn, it seems to be the object of
the runner to reach the - er - base be-
fore the ball.''
"That's about the size of it, papa;
but it doesn't count anything until he
gets all the way around to home
again." answered his pretty daughter,
who was seated behind him on the
stand.
"Ah! l thought So" said the old pro-
fessor. as placidly happy as if he had
Just discovered brand-new scientific
fact. Butter" and a shade of anxi-
ETY. flashed across his wrinkled features,
lit seems to me that our boys have not
been as successful in reaching-er
home as we could wish"
'They have played like angels. but
they've had swfully hard luck" con-
fessed his daughter.
but you don't mean to tell me that
there is any danger that the college will
be defeated?" asked the old professor
with pathetic incredulity.
danger? Well, l should smile!
Nothing but one of the good, old-time,
neyer-say-die rallies can save us now.
Why, it's the last half of the ninth,
papa, and the score is to 8 against us.
There are two men out and man OH
second, and unless Mr.. KetchOn can
make two-base hit we're beaten.''
''Who?" asked her father, sharply.
''Mr. Ketchon, papa
i"Oh, that poor, foolish young man!
Does the honor of Alma Mater rest on
his shoulderS?"
Eyes, it does; and he's got his eye on
the ball. too. You can tell it by the way
he stands"
81 hope he hast" sighed the old pro-
fessor, despondently. but doubt if
that young man will ever accomplish
anything. His Greek papers are trial
to my nerves. If it were only Mr..
Omega, now, l should feel safe"
MIR. Omegan' returned the girl con-
temptuously. HE couldn't hit hay
stack with a barn door. He wouldn't
know the ball was coming until it had
smashed his glasses. But watch Mr..
Ketchon, papa! know he's onto that
pitchers curves. See! there was too
'HuCu out VII ludt UuS, aha liz leG IL go
by him.
Then you say that unless he sue
ceeds in imparting to the ball, by the
impact of his bat, velocity sufficient
to-
There was a sharp crack. Then q
deafening yell from the stands. as the
outflelders turned and tore madly after
the ball:
Eth! what was that? Did he hit the
ball? Where did it go?" asked the old
professor, blankly.
'Over there in the left-feld corner,
among the carriages; they're diving un-
der the horses for it. And isn't he
sprinting around the bases? Oh, come
on! Come on! Those boys throw in
Like fiends. He's past third; just look
at that ball come! There! the short
stops got it. know he'll line it straight
to the PLATED Oh, dear, he's caught!
They've got himl Wasn't that a
magnificent slide? No; that's safe!
He's safe. papa! That's the winning
run-and he made 1t. And if you ever
haul him over the Goals again when he
flunks in his Greek"
IF l do" said the old professor,
trembling with excitement, "you may
stick label on me and put me in the
cabinet with the rest of the fossils!
Three cheers for Ketchon. All together,
boys! Now, VOW. NOW! Bow-Wow-
Wowl! WH0OP HER UP FOR
KErCHoN!!! WOWWOW-WOW!!H