“I thought not!” exclaimed Mr. Clatter with energy. “That’s why I asked the boys to come here to-night to meet you. I had a plan in mind, and I hope, with your aid, Tithy, to carry it out.
“Bill, here, wants to pitch on the Varsity nine. He has a good chance, or, rather he had a good chance, until his unfortunate injury lost him a certain necessary control of the ball. Am I not right?” he asked, appealing to the youth in question.
“That’s right,” answered Bill, wondering what was going to happen.
“Very well then. Now it seems that with the proper glasses the temporary defect in your vision would be corrected as far as reading was concerned; wouldn’t it?”
“That’s what the doctor said.”
“Correct again. Now then, if you can wear glasses to read with, why can’t you wear them to play ball with?”
“Play ball in glasses!” cried Bill.
“It has been done,” went on the professor easily. “Of course it would be rather hard for a catcher or a baseman to wear them, with the necessity of having to catch balls thrown with great swiftness. But it’s different with a pitcher. He practically only throws the ball, and it is returned to him easily. Glasses would not be a hindrance to you. In fact, in your case, they would be a help.”
“I—I never thought of wearing glasses and pitching,” stammered Bill.
“All the more reason for thinking of it now. Here is my plan.”