“Baseball fever you mean,” corrected Spike.
“It’s the same thing, old man.”
Jimmie Lee, a little Freshman who roomed not far from Joe’s shack, came bursting in a little later.
“Hurray!” he yelled, slapping our hero on the back. “Heard the news?”
“What news?” asked Spike. “Have you been tapped for Skull and Bones, or Wolf’s Head?”
“Neither, you old iconoclast. But the notice is up.”
“What notice?”
“Baseball candidates are to report in the gym. to-morrow afternoon. Hurray!” and he dealt Spike a resounding blow.
Joe Matson’s eyes sparkled.