ner corner, and he wasted two more in trying to coax the batter to reach out. Then, finding that the blue-stockinged one would not oblige him, he curved his fingers cunningly about the ball and shot it away and, without waiting, swung on his heel and walked out of the box and across the diamond, while Clearfield applauded hysterically and a disgruntled Springdale shortstop tossed his bat down and turned toward the field wondering if he had really hit as much too soon as it had seemed to him!
The Purple went out in order in their half and the seventh inning, which Clearfield, according to time-honored custom, hailed as the "lucky seventh" and stood up for, passed into history without adding further tallies to the score of either team. Springdale went after the game savagely and succeeded in connecting with Haley's offers so frequently that the Clearfield supporters sat on the edges of their seats and writhed anxiously. But, although the Blue's batsmen hit the ball, they failed to "put it where they ain't," and sharp, clean fielding did the rest. For her part, the Purple did no better. One long fly to deep left looked good for a moment, but the nimble-footed player out there got under it without any trouble. No one reached
first in either half of the "lucky seventh" and the
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