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twg_000000050100 | time to think before you answer. I warn you once more that I am determined to sift the matter to the bottom." Once more the two prefects protested that they had not the remotest idea who had played the trick on Mr. Grice. Dr. Denson frowned, and sat for some moments without speaking, rapping the blotting-pad in front of him | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050101 | with the butt end of a seal; then remembering the presence of the small boys, he turned towards them with an inquiring look. "Well?" Diggory's face wore something of the same expression which Jack and Mugford had seen upon it when long ago their friend first distinguished himself at The Birches by going down the slide on skates. He gave | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050102 | a nervous little cough, and advancing towards the head-master's table, laid thereon the cipher note, at the same time remarking, "If you please, sir, we know who screwed up little--hem! Mr. Grice's door, or, at all events, we think we do." So sudden and unexpected was this announcement that it caused the doctor to half rise from his chair, while | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050103 | Oaks and Allingford turned and gazed at the speaker in open-mouthed astonishment. They none of them expected for a moment that the three youngsters had come for any more important purpose than to solicit orders for new caps or "journey-money," and this confession came like a thunderbolt from a clear sky. "What!" exclaimed the head-master, taking the scrap of paper, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050104 | and glancing alternately from the mystic word to the boy's face--"what on earth is this? Explain yourself." It would be unnecessary to attempt a verbatim report of Diggory's evidence; in doing so we should but be repeating facts with which the reader is already acquainted. Let it suffice to say that, with many haltings and stumbles, he gave a full | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050105 | account of his finding the first cipher, translating the same, attending the secret meeting, and, lastly, discovering on the previous day the brief note which he had just produced. The telling of the tale occupied some considerable time, for the doctor had many questions to ask; and when it came to the account of the conversation which had taken place | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050106 | under the pavilion, his face visibly darkened. "My eye," remarked Diggory, an hour later, "I wouldn't go through that again for something! I swear that by the time I'd finished the perspiration was running down my back in a regular stream." "Well," said the doctor, turning to Jack Vance and Mugford, when their companion had finished speaking, "and what have | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050107 | you two got to say?" "Only the same as Trevanock, sir; we--we found it out together." "Then, in the first place, why didn't you tell me all this before?" "We were afraid to, sir," faltered Jack Vance; "and we thought it would be sneaking." "Dear, dear," exclaimed the head-master impatiently, "when will you boys see things in a proper light? | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050108 | You think it wrong to tell tales, and yet quite right that innocent people should suffer for things done by these miserable cowards!" "No, sir," answered Diggory: "we've come now to try to get Oaks out of a scrape; though we--were afraid--" "Afraid of what?" "Nothing, sir." "Afraid of telling more tales, I suppose. Well, well; the question now is | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050109 | whether the same boys are guilty of having screwed up Mr. Grice's door. Why they should have done such a thing I don't understand, nor do I see how it is to be brought home to them simply by means of this exceedingly brief note." There was a silence. Diggory glanced up, and received a look from the two prefects | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050110 | that amply repaid him for the trying ordeal through which he had just passed. Jack Vance leaned over to whisper something in his ear, when their attention was attracted by an exclamation of surprise from Dr. Denson. "Aha! what does this mean?--Look here, Allingford." Every member of the company edged forward, and looking down at what lay on the writing-table, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050111 | saw in a moment that the mystery was solved. The communication which had been slipped under the bedroom door was written on a half-sheet of small-sized note-paper; a similar piece of stationery had been used for the cipher note. The head-master had accidentally brought them together on his blotting-pad and the rough, torn edge of the one fitted exactly into | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050112 | the corresponding side of the other. They had both unmistakably come from the same source! Even the dread atmosphere of the doctor's study could not restrain some show of excitement on the part of those interested in this disclosure, but it was quickly suppressed. "Oaks," said the doctor, "go and give my compliments to Mr. Cowland, and ask him to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050113 | open school for me; and at the same time inform the following boys that I wish to see them at once, here in my study: Fletcher One, Thurston, Gull, Hawley, and Noaks." To the Triple Alliance hours seemed to pass before a shuffling of feet in the passage announced the arrival of the Thurstonians. One by one they filed into | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050114 | the room, the door was shut, and there was a moment of awful silence. Even Diggory trembled, and Allingford, noticing it, laid his big hand reassuringly on the small boy's shoulder. "I wish to know," began the doctor, "which of you boys were concerned in what took place last night? I refer, of course, to the screwing up of Mr. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050115 | Grice's bedroom door." No one spoke, but Fletcher turned pale to the lips. "Had you anything to do with it, Fletcher?" "No, sir." "Then will you tell me the meaning of this?" continued the head-master, holding up the cipher note. "I--I don't know what it means," began the prefect. "Don't lie to me, sir," interrupted the doctor sternly. "You know | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050116 | very well what it means; it's of your own invention." Thurston saw clearly that the game was up, and with the recklessness of despair decided at once to accept the inevitable. "I screwed up Mr. Grice's door," he said sullenly. "And who assisted you?" To this inquiry Thurston would give no reply, but maintained a dogged silence. Gull and Hawley, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050117 | however, anxious at all costs to save their own skins, practically answered the question by saying, "We didn't," and casting significant glances at Noaks and Fletcher. What followed it is hardly necessary to describe in detail. The five culprits were subjected to a merciless cross-examination, during which a confession, not only of their various transgressions, but also of the motives | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050118 | which had prompted them to adopt such a line of conduct, was dragged from their unwilling lips. The cloak was torn off, and the cowardice and meanness of their actions appeared plainly revealed, and were forced home even to their own hearts. "Thurston and Fletcher," said the doctor, when at length, long after the bell had rung for "interval," the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050119 | inquiry concluded, "go to your studies, and remain there till you hear from me--Noaks, go in like manner to the housekeeper's room.--Gull and Hawley, as you seem to have taken no active part in this last misdemeanour, you may go. As regards your previous misconduct, I shall speak to you on that subject when I have decided what is to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050120 | be done with your companions." For the Triple Alliance the remainder of the day passed in a whirl of conflicting emotions. In a very short time the whole school knew exactly what had taken place in the doctor's study, and every boy was incensed at the underhanded meanness of this attempted attack on Oaks and Allingford. It was a good | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050121 | thing for Thurston and Fletcher that they had their studies, and Noaks the housekeeper's room, in which to find shelter, or they would have been compelled to run the gauntlet. Hawley and Gull, though not found guilty on this particular count, were hustled and abused for their former misdeeds, which it was perfectly evident would be remembered against them during | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050122 | the remainder of their life at Ronleigh. As for Diggory and his two chums, never were three small boys made so much of before. "What was the cipher?"--"How did they find it out?"-- these and a hundred other questions were continually being dinned in their ears, coupled with slaps on the back, ejaculations of "Well done!"--"You're a precious sharp lot!" | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050123 | and many other expressions of approval. At the close of this eventful day two things alone remained vividly impressed upon their minds. The first was an interview with Allingford and Oaks in the former's study. "Well," said the captain, "you kids have done us a good turn. We were in a precious awkward box, and I don't know how we | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050124 | should have got out of it if it hadn't been for you." "Yes," added Oaks: "I was never more surprised at anything in my life than when Trevanock said he knew who'd done the business. It made old Denson open his eyes." "So it did," continued Allingford; "and if it hadn't come out, the whole school would have got into | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050125 | another precious row, and there'd have been a stop put to the Wraxby match. I tell you what. You youngsters thought it sneaking to let out what you knew; in my opinion you'd have been jolly sneaks if you'd shielded those blackguards, and allowed everyone else to suffer. Well, as I said before, you've done is a good turn, and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050126 | as long as we're at Ronleigh together we shan't forget you." The second thing which lodged in the recollection of the three friends was a look which Noaks had bestowed upon them as he passed out of the doctor's study. "Did you see his face?" said Diggory. "He looked as if he could have killed us. He's never forgiven us | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050127 | since that time he was turned off the football field for striking you at The Birches." "No," added Jack Vance; "and then we were the means of old Noaks getting the sack over those fireworks; and that reminds me he's always had a grudge against me for letting out that time that his father was a servant man; and now | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050128 | there's this last row. Oh yes! he'll do his best now to get us into a bother over that knife of Mugford's." "Of course he will," answered Diggory; "that's what he meant by glaring at us as he did." "I don't care!" exclaimed Jack Vance, with forced bravado; "he can't prove we stole the coins." "Of course he can't," sighed | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050129 | Mugford; "but if there's a row it'll rather spoil our Christmas." . WHEN SHALL WE THREE MEET AGAIN? The Wraxby match was played and won. Allingford and his men journeyed to the neighbouring town, so gaming the additional credit of a victory on their opponents' ground; and thus, for the first time for many years, Ronleigh lowered the flag of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050130 | their ancient rivals both at cricket and at football. "Hurrah!" cried "Rats," who was in a great state of excitement when the news arrived; "they won't ask us again if we'd like to play a master, the cheeky beggars!" The same afternoon on which Ronleigh so distinguished herself saw also the melancholy ending of the school life of two of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050131 | her number. Thurston and Fletcher One went home to return no more; practically expelled, though the doctor, in this instance, did not make a public example of their departure. Another thing happened on this memorable day which caused quite a sensation, especially among the members of the upper and lower divisions of the Fourth Form. "I say, have you heard | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050132 | the latest?" cried Maxton, bursting into the reading-room just before preparation, regardless alike of the presence of Lucas and the rule relating to silence. "What about?" asked several voices. "Why, about Noaks!" "No." "Well, then, he's run away!" Magazines and papers fell from the hands which held them, and the usual quiet of the room was broken by a buzz | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050133 | of astonishment. "Run away! Go on; you don't mean it!" "I do, though: he's skedaddled right enough, and they can't find him anywhere." The report was only too true. Afraid to face his schoolfellows, and having already received several intimations, from fellows passing the housekeeper's parlour, that a jolly good licking awaited him when he left his present place of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050134 | refuge, Noaks had watched his opportunity, and when the boys were at tea had slipped out, and, as Maxton put it, "run away." No one mourned his loss; even Mouler would not own to having been his friend; and everybody who expressed any opinion on the subject spoke of his departure as being decidedly a good riddance. The Triple Alliance, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050135 | however, had cause to feel uneasy when they heard of this latest escapade of their ancient enemy. "He's got my knife with him," said Mugford; "he may go any day and try for that reward." For the time being, however, no communication was received from the police-station at Todderton, and none of the three friends was caused, like Eugene Aram, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050136 | to leave the school with gyves upon his wrists. Whatever evil intentions Noaks might have cherished towards them were destined to be checkmated by a fortunate circumstance, the possibility of which neither side had yet foreseen. The last day of the term arrived in due course, bringing with it that jolly time when everybody is excited, happy, and good-tempered; when | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050137 | the morning's work is a mere matter of form, and the boys slap their books together at the sound of the bell, with the joyful conviction that the whole length of the Christmas holidays lies between them and "next lesson." Directly after dinner every one commenced "packing up;" which term might have been supposed to include every form of skylarking | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050138 | which the heart of the small boy could devise, from racing round the quadrangle, arrayed in one of Bibbs's night-shirts, to playing football in the gymnasium, North _versus_ South, with the remains of an old mortar-board. It was at this period of the day that the Triple Alliance proceeded to carry out a project which had for some little time | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050139 | occupied the minds of at least two of their number. The idea was that the little fraternity should celebrate their approaching separation, and the consequent breaking up of their association, with a sort of funeral feast, the cost of which Jack and Diggory insisted should be borne by the two surviving members. Only one outsider was invited to attend--namely, "Rats," | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050140 | whose cheery presence it was thought would tend to enliven the proceedings, and chase away the gloomy clouds of regret which would naturally hang over the near prospect of parting. The box-room (where such functions usually took place) being at this time in a state of indescribable uproar, it was decided that the banquet should be served in one of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050141 | the remote classrooms. "None of the fellows'll come near it," said Jack Vance; "and if old Watford should be knocking round and catch us there, he won't do anything to-day; we shall have to clear out, that's all." Accordingly, about a quarter to four, the three friends, with their solitary guest, assembled at the trysting-place. Jack Vance carried two big | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050142 | paper bags, Diggory a biscuit-box and a small tin kettle, while the other two were provided with four clean jam-pots, it having been announced that there was "going to be some cocoa." For the preparation of this luxury Diggory mounted a form and lit one of the gas-jets, over which he and Jack Vance took it in turns to hold | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050143 | the kettle until the water boiled. Sugar, cocoa, and condensed milk were produced from the biscuit-tin, and the jam-pots having been filled with the steaming beverage, the company seated themselves round the stove, in which there still smouldered some remains of the morning's fire, and prepared to enjoy themselves. From the first, however, the proceeding's fell as flat as ditch-water. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050144 | Even the gallant efforts of "Rats" to enliven the party were of no avail; and for some time everybody munched away in silence, Jack Vance occasionally pausing to remark, "Here, pass over that nose-bag, and help yourselves." The classroom itself, which belonged to the Third Form, was suggestive of that glad season known as "breaking-up." The ink-pots had all been | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050145 | collected, and stood together in a tray on the master's table; fragments of examination papers filled the paper-basket, and were littered here and there about the floor, while some promising Latin scholar had scrawled across the blackboard the well-known words, _Dulce Domum_. These inspiriting signs of a "good time coming" were, however, lost on the Triple Alliance. Their present surroundings | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050146 | served only to remind them of the old days of "The Happy Family," when they had first come to Ronleigh, never expecting but to have completed the period of their school lives in one another's company. "Well," said Jack Vance, suddenly broaching the subject which was uppermost in each of their minds, "we've had jolly times together.-- D'you remember when | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050147 | we made the Alliance, the day you first came to The Birches, Diggory?" "Yes," answered Diggory; "it was just after we'd been frightened by the ghost. D'you remember the 'Main-top' and the 'House of Lords' and the Philistines? I wonder what's become of them all?" One reminiscence suggested another, and after exhausting their recollections of The Birches, they recalled their | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050148 | varied experiences at Ronleigh. Only one adventure was by mutual consent not alluded to: their clandestine visit to The Hermitage, coupled with Noaks's threat, hung like the sword suspended by a single hair above the head of Damocles at the feast. At length, when the paper bags had been wellnigh emptied, Jack Vance intimated his intention of making a speech--which | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050149 | announcement was received with considerable applause. "Don't finish up your cocoa," he began, "because, before we dissolve the Alliance, I'm going to propose a toast. We've been friends a long time, and both here and at The Birches, as Diggory says, the Triple Alliance has done wonders and covered itself with glory." (Cheers.) "We said when we started that we'd | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050150 | always stand by each other whatever happened; and so we have, and so we would again if we were going to be together any longer." ("Hear, hear!") "I wish 'Rats' could have joined us, but then I suppose it wouldn't have been the Triple Alliance. However, now it's finished with; but before we break it up, I'm going to call | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050151 | upon you to drink the health of Mr. Mugford. May he have long life and happiness, and a jolly fine house, with a model railway, and a lake for boating in the grounds, and ask us all to come and stay with him whenever we feel inclined." This sentiment was received with shouts of applause, and in honouring it the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050152 | jam-pots were drained to their muddy dregs. No one expected that Mugford would reply, for he was decidedly a man of few words; but on this occasion he rose above his usual self, and sitting with his hands in his trouser pockets, his feet on the fender of the stove, and his chin sunk forward on his breast, delivered himself | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050153 | as follows. The room was already growing dark with the early winter twilight, which perhaps rendered it more easy for him to undertake the task of responding to the toast. "You've always been very kind to me," he began, speaking rather quickly. "No, we haven't," interrupted Jack Vance. "Yes, you have. Just shut up; I'm going to say what I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050154 | like. You made friends with me because I happened to be in the same room at The Birches; but you always stuck to me, and helped me along a lot when we came here first. I know I'm stupid, and sometimes I feel I'm a coward; but I enjoyed being with you, and shall always remember the times we've had | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050155 | together--yes, I swear I shall--always. And now I've got a drop of cocoa left, so I'm going to propose a toast. You must take 'Rats' in my place. I hope you'll have heaps of larks; and you must write me a letter sometimes and tell me what you're doing. Here goes--The new _Triple Alliance!_" It was customary to laugh at | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050156 | whatever Mugford said, but on this occasion not even a smile greeted the conclusion of his remarks. Only Diggory spoke. "No, we shan't have another Triple Alliance; now it's going to end." He turned, and taking something out of the biscuit-tin, said solemnly, "I, Diggory Trevanock, do hereby declare that the association known as the Triple Alliance is now dissolved; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050157 | in token of which I break this bit of a flat ruler, used by us as a sugar-spoon, into three parts, one of which I present to each of the members as a keepsake, to remind them of all our great deeds and many adventures." Each boy pocketed his fragment of wood in silence. Jack Vance tried to crack a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050158 | joke, but it was a miserable failure. "There was something I wanted to say," began "Rats" thoughtfully. "I shall remember it in a minute. Oh, _bother!_" "What's up?" "Why, I know what it was; Mugford's talking about writing to him reminded me of it. I'm awfully sorry, but there were some letters came for you chaps this morning. I took | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050159 | them off the table, meaning to give them to you; but I quite forgot, and left them in my desk." "Well, you're a nice one!" cried Diggory. "Suppose you go and fetch 'em now!" "Rats" scrambled to his feet and hurried out of the room. Jack Vance pulled out his watch, and held it down so that the glimmer of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050160 | the red light from between the bars of the stove fell upon its face. "My word," he exclaimed, "it's time we thought about packing!" "Wait a jiff for those letters," answered Diggory. A moment later "Rats" came scampering down the passage. "Here they are," he cried; "I'm very sorry I forgot 'em. A letter for Mugford, and a paper for | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050161 | Vance." Diggory relighted the gas-jet which he had turned out after boiling the kettle, and proceeded, with the assistance of "Rats," to gather up the remains of the feast. They had hardly, however, got further than emptying the tin kettle down the ventilator before their attention was attracted by a joyful exclamation from Jack Vance. "What d'you think's happened?" he | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050162 | cried, brandishing the open newspaper. "Why, they've caught the thieves who stole old Fossberry's coins!" "Not really!" "They have, though. It was the old woman who looks after the house, and her husband; they're to be tried at the next assizes. They did it right enough; some of the coins were found in their possession, and--Hullo! what's the matter with | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050163 | you?" The latter remark was addressed to Mugford, who suddenly jumped on a form, began to dance, fell off into the coal-box, scrambled to his feet, and capered wildly round the room. "He's gone mad!" cried Diggory; "catch him, and sit on his head!" "No, I haven't!" exclaimed Mugford, coming to a standstill; "but what do you think's happened? Guess!" | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050164 | "Not that you're going to stay on here!" "Yes! My uncle says he'll pay for me, and I'm to come back again after Christmas!" "Well, I'm sure!" gasped Jack Vance; "and we've just dissolved the Alliance! We must make it again." "No, you shan't!" shouted "Rats;" "Diggory said you wouldn't. I'm coming in, as Mugford suggested, so it'll have to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050165 | be a quadruple one next time." "Well, so it shall be," cried Jack Vance, embracing Mugford with the hugging power of a juvenile bear: "next term we'll start afresh." Diggory and "Rats" promptly fell into each other's arms, and all four, coming into violent collision, tumbled down amidst the _debris_ of the overturned coal-box; and after rolling over one another | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050166 | like a lot of young dogs, scrambled to their feet, turned out the gas, and rushed away to complete their packing. So, as the door slams behind them, they vanish from our sight; for though the renewal of their friendship tempts us to follow them further in their school life, we are reminded that our story has been told. Here | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050167 | Credit for e-text: The Library of Congress, Joshua Hutchinson, David King, and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team SPALDING'S OFFICIAL ATHLETIC LIBRARY BASEBALL GUIDE EDITED BY JOHN B. FOSTER PRICE CENTS PUBLISHED BY AMERICAN SPORTS PUBLISHING CO., Warren Street, New York City. [Advertisement] AMERICA'S NATIONAL GAME By A. G. SPALDING PRICE, $. NET A book of pages, profusely illustrated | 60 | gutenberg |
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twg_000000050180 | volume and has read with pleasure a number of chapters, gaining valuable information as to the history of the game." REV. CHARLES H. PARKHURST, D.D., New York:--"Although I am not very much of a 'sport,' I nevertheless believe in sports, and just at the present time in base ball particularly. Perhaps if all the Giants had an opportunity to read | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050181 | the volume before the recent game (with the Athletics) they might not have been so grievously outdone." BRUCE CARTWRIGHT, son of Alexander J. Cartwright, founder of the Knickerbocker Base Ball Club, the first organization of ball players in existence, writing from his home at Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands, says:--"I have read the book with great interest and it is my opinion | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050182 | that no better history of base ball could have been written." GEORGE W. FROST, San Diego, Calif.:--"You and 'Jim' White, George Wright, Barnes, McVey, O'Rourke, etc., were little gods to us back there in Boston in those days of ' and ', and I recall how indignant we were when you 'threw us down' for the Chicago contract. The s | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050183 | splendid. I treasure it greatly." A.J. REACH, Philadelphia, old time professional expert:--"It certainly is an interesting revelation of the national game from the time, years before it was so dignified, up to the present. Those who have played the game, or taken an interest in it in the past, those at present engaged in it, together with all who are | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050184 | to engage in it, have a rare treat in store." DR. LUTHER H. GULICK, Russell Sage Foundation:--"Mr. Spalding has been the largest factor in guiding the development of the game and thus deserves to rank with other great men of the country who have contributed to its success. It would have added to the interest of the f Mr. Spalding | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050185 | could have given us more of his own personal experiences, hopes and ambitions in connection with the game." _Pittsburg Press_:--"Historical incidents abound and the s an excellent authority on the famous sport." _Philadelphia Telegraph_:--"In this r. Spalding has written the most complete and authoritative story of base ball yet published." _New York Herald_:--"If there is anyone in the country competent | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050186 | to write a book on base ball it is A.G. Spalding who has been interested in the game from its early beginnings." I.E. Sanborn, Chicago _Tribune_:--"'America's National Game' has been added to the _Tribune's_ sporting reference library as an invaluable contribution to the literature of the national pastime." O.C. Reichard, Chicago _Daily News_:--"It is cleverly written and presents information and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050187 | dates of great value to the newspaper man of to-day!" George C. Rice, Chicago _Journal_:--"I have read the book through, and take pleasure in stating that it is a complete history of the game from the beginning until the present time." Sherman R. Duffy, Sporting Editor _Chicago Journal_:--"It is a most interesting work and one for which there was need. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050188 | It is the most valuable addition to base ball literature that has yet been put out." Joseph H. Vila, New York _Sun_:--"I have read it carefully and with much interest. It is the best piece of base ball literature I have ever seen, and I congratulate you on the work." Tim Murnane, Sporting Editor _Boston Globe_:--"You have given to the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050189 | world a book of inestimable value, a classic in American history; a book that should be highly prized in every home library in the country." Francis C. Richter, Editor _Sporting Life_, Philadelphia:--"From a purely literary standpoint, your work is to me amazing. Frankly, I would not change a line, for the reason that the story is told in a way | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050190 | to grip the reader and hold his interest continually." _Los Angeles Times_ (editorial):--"Spalding's book has been out six months and ninety thousand copies have been sold. We understand there will be other editions. America has taken base ball seriously for at last two generations, and it is time enough that the fad was given an adequate text book." Caspar Whitney, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050191 | Editor _Outdoor America_, and one of the leading authorities in the world on sport:--"You have made an invaluable contribution to the literature of the game, and one none else could have made. Moreover, you've done some very interesting writing, which is a distinct novelty in such books--too often dull and uninteresting." _New York World_:--"Albert G. Spalding, who really grew up | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050192 | with the sport, has written 'America's National Game,' which he describes as not a history, but the simple story of the game as he has come to know it. His book, therefore, is full of living interest. It is a volume generously illustrated and abounds in personal memories of base ball in the making." _New York Sun_:--"There is a mass | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050193 | of interesting information regarding base ball, as might be expected, in Mr. Spalding's 'America's National Game.' It is safe to say that before Spalding there was no base ball. The s no record of games and players, but it is historical in a broader sense, and the author is able to give his personal decisive testimony about many disputed points." | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050194 | _Evening Telegram_, New York:--"In clear, concise, entertaining, narrative style, Albert G. Spalding has contributed in many respects the most interesting work pertaining to base ball, the national game, which has been written. "There is so much in it of interest that the temptation not to put it down until it is completed is strong within the mind of every person | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050195 | who begins to read it. As a historical record it is one of those volumes which will go further to straighten some disputed points than all of the arguments which could be advanced in good natured disputes which might last for months." _Providence_ (R. I.) _Tribune_:--"The pictures of old time teams players and magnates of a bygone era will interest | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050196 | every lover of the game, and no doubt start many discussions and recollections among the old timers." _New York Evening Mail_:--"Were it possible to assemble the grand army of base ball fans in convention, their first act probably would be to pass a vote of thanks to Mr. A.G. Spalding for his work 'America's National Game'." _Columbus_ (Ohio) _Dispatch_:--"Never before | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050197 | has been put in print so much of authentic record of this distinctly national game, and it will be long, if ever, until so thoroughly interesting and useful a volume is published to cover the same field." _New Orleans Picayune_:--"The pictures of old time teams, players and magnates of a bygone era will interest every lover of the game. Homer | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050198 | Davenport, America's great cartoonist, has contributed drawings in his inimitable style of various phases of the game." _Indianapolis Star_:--"From cover to cover, the pages are filled with material for 'fanning bees,' which the average 'fan' never before encountered. It is an interesting volume for anyone who follows the national pastime and a valuable addition to any library." _Buffalo News_:--"No book | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050199 | on base ball has ever been written that is superior to this one by A.G. Spalding. The s admirably written, yet without any frills. Many of the more notable incidents recounted in this book are having wide publication by themselves." _Brooklyn Times_:--"The s practically a compendium of the salient incidents in the evolution of professional base ball. Mr. Spalding is | 60 | gutenberg |
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