There is a term that little fellows on losing teams may possibly in the future apply to the athletes of the Massee Country School (Shippan Point, Conn.). One of the latter may knock out run after run on a spring afternoon or, when November has turned the leaves wan, may carry a begrimed ball for endless gains; even so, he shall not come to honor. For the little fellows and their supporters will murmur among themselves. "That guy, how does he get in?" they will demand of the spring sky, of the autumn clouds....
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