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THE HOUSE TEAM ORGANIZES by Edward Anthony ' X Tuen the day’s work is dow tus turn our thoughts to the blessings of play,” says Presi- dent Pfaffenheimer of the Pfaffenheimer Key Ring C article in organ. 2 man with id he Steel Circle, . in an house the “Tam glad that my boys—and I'm as proud of you as if you really were my boys—are organizing a baseball team. Good work! ‘T *'s nothing like a good wholesome sport for keeping a ‘ mind clean. And remember: Play hi But be sportsmen, Let it never be said by the other key ring companies that the house of Pfaffenheimer isn’t as good-natured in defeat as in victory. And now to it!” We like Mr. Pfaffenheimer’s ideas He is right in indorsing recreation. quote another part of his statement, “All work and no play mak k a dull boy.” A ten-ton heimer does things in 4 the candidates for the team to Blitzen Park where the try-outs are to be held. Mr. Burke, of the shipping department, who used to play right field for Public School No. 17 fifteen years ago, is in charge of the squad. On the way to the park he tells the boys all about “inside “the fine points of the game,” and things like that. Incidentally, he tells em how he caught one on the end of the bat in the game with P.S. No. 11 no, it wasn’t No. 11, he corrects, it was 9—and crashed out a homer with the bases full. Mr. ig Way—conveys truck—for Pfaffen- T" first thing the boys do when they arrive in Blitzen Park is to form a circle, put their heads together in. the approved collegiate. manner, and give the Pfaffenheimer yell: Bring your pitchers!’ Watch us pound em! We'll play key rings all around ‘em! We can lick ‘em all! Ha! ha! Pfaffenheimer ball team! rah! y Rah! rah! For the Honor of the Firm FrIce Boy and shipping clerk, Superintendent and cashier, se to think of things like work or at this time of year. ok! a baseball team they start; And throughout the heated term Each will grimly do his part For the honor of the firm. n the Atlas Pickle Works To the Zilman Cloaks and Suits. There is not a house that shirks When the baseball whistle toots. Each, with an ambition high » some rival squirm, vs to do or die For the honor of the firm. This battle cry has served the house nd though this is only try- out day and there are no rival pitchers to pound, it is used just the same. In fact, the same cry is used at bowling matches and. basket ball games and on the night of the Annual Pfaffenheimer Minstrel and Dance, on the theory that no one can make out the words of a yell anyhow. On rare in- stance, “the big game” with the Poofen- occasions—for 14 Sketches by Weed hacker team, which is the Yale-Harvard contest of the key ring baseball season— the house song, “For Dear Old. Pfaffen- heimer,” is also. rendered. We don’t recall, in its entirety, this hymn which immortalizes the benevolences of _ the firm, but we do recall the chorus, which goes like this: They treat us very grand indeed, The bosses all are nice, And all the key rings that we need We get at wholesale price; And though we seldom get Let young man and old-timer Stand up and sing a song of praise For dear old Pfaffenheimer! A few of the boys who are fond of harmonizing forget that this is not the day of “the big game,” and get together on this chorus as Mr. Burke, by way of Lise, opening the session, gives the gang another heart-to-heart talk on “inside baseb r. Burke then selects a ter infield and hits °em out to the boys, assigning Mr. Bloop of the nickel- plating department, who used to play with the Young Men’s Progress Club in 1905, to the task of hitting ‘em out to the outfielders. And soon everyone on the field is essaying one-hand leaping catches, ‘khand stabs and fancy pickups. Occasionally some one catches the ball. But more often some one throws his glove down in disgust. This means, we need hardly point out, that if he owned a better glove he wouldn’t have let that last one get by, And every