es in one year once. We had no organized sports. The boys had a ball diamond on their side, far enough from the school windows. We just played catch at times. But in my last year, two girls, twins, came to school. People had started to move out of town, buy farms and fix up the houses like new ones. They had played soft- ball at their town school, and could not understand why we did not. So we started it. Bats and balls did not cost too much. Uniforms were no problem anyway. We all had short skirts, and could get bloomers to match. The boys were interested and let us use their field part of the time. One of the twins was an extra good pitcher, we worked really hard at it and learned a lot. Not enough big girls for two teams; we just kept chang- ing players.

The town girls had a regular league with the town schools and some outside ones. We got the notion we were good enough to challenge one. So they came out one Saturday in early June. They did not expect much of a game. We had promised a regular country supper after it. They started off too easy not wanting to show us up too badly. But we played for all we were worth, our pitcher was just too good and we went into the third inning two to their nothing. Then they got down to business, and got two. Luckily our pitcher was good for the whole game for she was the only good one we had. They tried changing pitchers but we managed to hold our own, and went into the ninth two and two. They put their first pitcher back in, she was a bit un- steady and we got the bases full. I came to bat next, I had been watching their pitcher and noticed where she placed her balls. So her second pitch came where I wanted it, and I put all I had into the bat, nearly knocked the cover off the ball and it went clear over the fence. I had time to walk around the bags. I think I was hugged and kissed by the whole team and some spectators too. They got one run more but that was all.

Then we trooped in to change into good dresses and eat. Their captain made a very pretty speech, ad- mitted they had not expected such opposition and in- viting us to join their league next year. So my public school days ended in a blaze of glory, and had a con- sequence I did not expect in High School sports.

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