Dick Merriwell's Heroic Players: How the Yale Nine Won the Championship- Large Print

Jim Phillips, industriously making himself a master of certain abstruse problems in mathematics, excited the derision of big Bill Brady, chiefly because it was a warm, lazy spring day, and, therefore, as Bill saw it, entirely out of the question for serious work."It's bad enough to have to go out and do baseball practice," said Jim's big catcher. The two were sophomores, and had won fame as the great Yale battery that had humbled every college team with any pretensions to the championship except Harvard. "But I suppose that if we're going to win that series from the boys in the red socks, we've got to do a little practicing."Phillips himself paid no attention, but Harry Maxwell, his former roommate, who had dropped in for a call, was willing enough to talk.