[Gutenberg 40105] • Baseball Joe at Yale; or, Pitching for the College Championship

“Joe Matson, I can’t understand why you don’t fairly jump at the chance!” “Because I don’t want to go—that’s why.” “But, man alive! Half the fellows in Riverside would stand on their heads to be in your shoes.” “Perhaps, Tom. But, I tell you I don’t think I’m cut out for a college man, and I don’t want to go,” and Joe Matson looked frankly into the face of his chum, Tom Davis, as they strolled down the village street together that early September day. “Don’t want to go to Yale!” murmured Tom, shaking his head as if unable to fathom the mystery. “Why I’d work my way through, if they’d let me, and here you’ve got everything comparatively easy, and yet you’re balking like a horse that hasn’t had his oats in a month. Whew! What’s up, Joe, old man?”