The High School Pitcher; or, Dick & Co. on the Gridley Diamond

t after dinner than he encountered the news

ce of pennies, a few banknotes and many dimes, pennies and nickels, amounting in all

worth a paragraph or two," Dick announced after he had c

not wholly popular principal, didn't you

thing reache

Mr. Pollock replied, "but perhaps I can te

he story," Dick continued, and repeated the story told by the freshmen of how Mrs. Cantwell also had carr

k, laughing until the tea

ure," explained the editor, presently. "

all the facts," finishe

single reporter about.

why couldn't you wr

hed. "I never wrote a line

too. See here, Prescott, just go over to that desk. There's a stack of copy paper there. Write it briefly and crisply,

k, the floor, the wall and the street door. But Mr. Pollock paid no heed to him. Then, finally, Dick began to write.

ant," he said, his face very red,

idly but thoughtfully. The editor began to l

There's a good reporter lur

ket Mr. Pollock brought out a half

ith this?" asked t

" replied the editor.

?" gasp

But see here, Prescott, I'll pay you a dollar a column for anything you write for us that possesses local interest enough to warrant

self as a budding young journalist. Yet, as Mr

ve the High School. You would not even neglect your studies in the least. But a young man who knows almost everybo

ake a reporter out of

, I think that, with some training, you'd make a good reporter. By the way, P

n the High School, and so they've suggested that I wait until I'm fairly well through before I decide on wh

all in the world to be?" inqu

ng Prescott, with great

ed the editor. "We're becoming a peaceful people, and the

me. In times of peace a soldier's duty is to fit himself for the war time that is to c

a lot of nerve to be a reporter, sometimes, and to do one's work just as it should be done. The reporter's life is almost as full of adventure as the soldier's. And there are no 'peac

ou," Dick replied,

of the smaller drawers over his desk. "H

an oblong little piec

ear, and has the paper's name on it," continu

ed Dick, drawing back. "The fellows at school wouldn't do a

ock, tossing the badge back into the drawer. "But do

orget, Mr.

e while before, but that was to pay to some one else. This half-dollar was wholly his own money, and, with the prospect it carried of earning mo

. He went straight to his parents' bookstore, where he fo

uickly related his n

d words both expre

to work a bit. It has struck me that if I can make a little money each week by writing for 'The

not rich, but we have managed all along to keep you going, and I think we can do it for a while longer. Whatever money you can earn, Richard, must be your ow

Pollock's request. The young soph thought it better to wait a while, and see h

n into a matter of interest and

the nail. Wait until Saturday morning, cutting all that you have printed out of the 'The Blade.' Paste all the items together, end on end, and bring

vening that he could study with more interest, n

l hoax. But there was one man who saw it at his breakfast table, and who went

e, he tried to keep his temper down. Nevertheless, there was fire in Mr. Cantwell's eyes