CHAPTER XXIII.
THE AGONY OF THE LAST BIG GAME "Ya, ya, ya! Ye gotter do somethings!" This from Mr.Schimmelpodt.

That gentleman was waving one of his short, fat arms wildly.

It may as well be stated that from the smaller extremity of that arm, namely, his hand---a small crimson and gold banner attached to a stick cut circles in the air.
"Go to it, Gridley!" "Get busy! You can't take a black eye at this end of the season." Gridley High School with a season's record of one tied game and a long tally of victories, seemed now in dire straits.
Sides were changing for the last half of the ninth inning.
Gridley had taken seven runs.

Wayland High School, with six runs already to their credit, was now going to bat for the last inning unless the score should be tied.
The perfect June day, just before commencement, had brought out a host.

Wayland had sent nearly four hundred people.