CHAPTER XXVII.
A CHANGE OF PITCHERS.
"The game is lost!" "Sure." "Yale has not scored since the second inning." "That's right.

She made one in the first and three in the second, and then comes four beautiful whitewashes.

Harvard hasn't missed a trick, and the score is eleven to four in her favor." "Lewis, this is awful!" "Right you are, Jones.

Hear those Harvard rooters whoop up! It gives me nervous prostration." The Yale freshmen were playing the Harvard freshmen on the grounds of the latter team, and quite a large delegation had come on from New Haven to witness the game, which was the second of the series of three arranged between the freshmen teams of the two colleges.

The first had been played at New Haven, and the third was to be played on neutral ground.
Yale had won the first game by heavy batting, the final score being twelve to eleven.