"Neat! Say, they look like the danger signals in the New York subway!" cried Rad. "Shade your eyes, Joe, or you won't be able to see the ball to-morrow!"
"That shows how much taste you fellows have," snapped Campbell. "Those are swell ties."
But the next day Joe heard Campbell trying to dispose of some of the newly purchased scarfs to "Dots" McCann.
"Go ahead, 'Dots,' take one," pleaded the baseman. "You need a new tie, and I've got more than I want. This red and green one, now; it's real swell."
"Go on!" cried the other player. "Why I'd hate to look at myself in a glass with that around my neck! And you'd better not wear it, either—at least, not around town."
"Why not?" was the wondering answer.
"Because you might scare some of the mules, and there'd be a runaway. Tie a stone around it, Campbell, and drown it. It makes so much noise I can't sleep," and with that McCann walked off, leaving behind him a very indignant teammate.
That night notice was given that all the players would assemble at the baseball diamond in uniform next morning.
"That's the idea!" cried Joe. "Now for some real work."