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They did the same in the third and the fourth innings, meantime preventing Prescott's fellows from scoring again, though in the fourth inning Prescott saw the bases full with Centrals just before the third man was struck out. In the fifth and sixth innings neither side scored. At last the spectators began to realize that they were watching two well-matched nines.

"Remember, kill me with hard work, but don't let the Souths score!" Ted Teall went to bat first for his side. Teall's grin, as he swung his stick and waited, was more impudent than ever. He meant to show the bumptious Centrals a thing or two. Then in came Dick's wickedest drop ball, and it looked so good that Captain Ted took a free chance. "Strike one!" remarked Umpire Tozier.

But the North Grammars had a few batsmen who seemed to guess the ball in advance. "Hey, Mr. Umpire," shouted a boyish onlooker, as Dick faced the plate, ball in hand, "better call the game and let the Centrals play some weak primary school team." Even at this cheap witticism there was considerable laughter. It made Dick's face flush.

Just think of the babel entering the branch centrals that has to be straightened out and each separate series of voice undulations sent on its proper way, to be translated into speech again and poured into the proper ear.

The instant that Ted stepped to the plate a score of North Grammar fans yelled: "Bang!" From another group of Norths came: "Ow-ow-ow!" This was followed by some fantastic jumping. "Huh! Those fellows don't show much brains!" uttered Teall wearily. "They have to steal a josh from the Centrals." It did not annoy Ted to-day. He had expected this greeting, and had steeled himself against it.

So far, though the Centrals had made some bases, none of their players had succeeded in scoring at the plate. One of Hi Martin's players had scored a run in the first inning and another in the third. "Teall is a torment, isn't he?" whispered Dick. "He is now," muttered Dave. "He won't be after this game is finished." "Why not?" "I'm going to trim some of the funny talk out of him after the game."

"Say, dress a kid up swell, and send him on the street -did you ever know him to be any good?" demanded Ted Teall scornfully of those who stood near him. "Well, that's what ails the Centrals. They're wearing a bale of glad dry goods and they can't keep their eyes off their togs long enough to find the ball." Dick and Dave heard this as they went to grass at the end of the third inning.

"Don't do anything foolish, Dave," urged Dick. "That won't be foolish. It's necessary." "Don't do it, Dave, or even think of it. You'll give the Centrals the name of not being able to stand defeat." Then Dick ran over to the box to begin pitching for the fourth inning. His arm had not given out. Prescott had been doing some pretty good pitching, and Greg had backed him up well.

Some of these state organizations antedate the Federation. There remain the local unions, into personal touch with which each member comes. There were in 1916 as many as 647 "city centrals," the term used to designate the affiliation of the unions of a city. The city centrals are smaller replicas of the state federations and are made up of delegates elected by the individual unions.

The hospital trains seemed to be never twice the same: South Westerns, North Westerns, Great Northerns, Midlands, Great Centrals, Lancashire and Yorkshires I saw them all, at one time or another, their sole affinity being the staring red crosses painted on each coach.

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