As he made it fast to the wall, Tony remarked,
“There will be something besides baseball to interest the boys tonight. I have a letter to read.”
“From whom?”
“From Park College.”
“What about?”
“Read it and see,” said Tony, taking a letter from his pocket and handing it to me.
I opened it, and, standing in the light of the single oil lamp fastened against the wall, I read as follows:
To the Students of Belmont College:
On a number of occasions during late years your attention has been called to the claims of Park College to the cannons which stand upon your campus. Enough evidence has been produced to convince an unprejudiced mind of our right of ownership of said cannons, but this evidence has in every case been rejected by you. We, the students of Park College, have at length decided to take a positive stand in the matter, and, accordingly, submit to you this formal demand for the surrender of the cannons to us. Should this be disregarded, we shall take more active steps to secure our rights. We trust this will secure your immediate attention, and await the favor of your reply.
I looked up in amazement. Tony winked.