Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1886-10-15
"REMINISCENCES OF OLD TIMES.
How Johnny Plunkins Saved Himself
from a Licking,
From, tho 81. Louis Sunday Sayings.


From the st. Louis Sunday Sayings.
Plunkins was a champion base ballist when
the natIonal game first came intoprominence,
nigh twenty years ago. Both hands are Grip
pied up and he has some sixteen different
kinds of rheumatism. 80 he doesn't go out to
see game very often now, but there Is q
spark OF the old fire left IN him yet.
The other day he learned that his youngest
boy, Johnny, had played hockey from school,
and, whip in hand, he awaited the lad's re-
turn, resolved to administer salutary chas-
tisement. At length he caught nm slipping
warilv into the back yard, accompanied py
base ball club taller than he is.
AHA" said Plum ms. trying to get a
frmer grip on the raw hide with his stlfeneo
fingers, ''been running away from school,
have ye? Don't want tue schoolmaster teach
your young ideas how to get 'emselves of
properly. eh? As the twig is bent the trees
inclined, but you're bent on foolin' away
your time, | see. and you amt inclined 10
study. But If you dou't want to be taught at
school tsDittIng on his hand as he grabs him
by the collar I'll teach ye."
Johnny began to whimper and moan.
Cant have any fun"
Fun" roared his father, ''whaT dye call
fun?" and he raised his whip to strike.
"Pla playin' base ball." sobbed Johnny.
Base balf" said Plunkins, suspending his
arm in the air; where did lyou learn to play
base ball?'
"'oh, know'd ever SO long ago."
"And you belong to a miner" The arm
dropped to his side.
Yes, the Daisy Cutters And we've been
playln' the High Lows of Roxboro."
But It's wrong to run away from school,
Johnny. Couldn't you have put in SUBJ"
Mary SUBJ" said Johnny, emboldened by
seeing his father sit down on the sawbuck,
and the rawhide lying at his feet.
Pm short stop. You see, it was just this
way. The High Lows took the bat, and
| Stub toed Joe led off with corking hit into
| The right field. Pinky Jones put a fly to CEN
tire field, which slitnosed Mike got under and
He muffed it, did he!" sneered Plunkins
as he breathed hard and his eyes began to
glisten.
Eyes, but the ball split his finger"
| Good enough. But go on"
"Fox-Horn Pete drove pretty one into left
held and filed the bases. Frenchy made
wild pitch and Gridiron sam scored and the
| two RoXboros advanced bag"
"a bagG What's that?"
"Oh, you amt fly, dad. bags base,
| don cher know"
Yes, yes. l might have known. Go on"
| moving m achineY"
| Eyes, grass cutter-about half a foot out
Of Slim Jlm's potato grabbers. and the two
| High Lows crossed the silverware."
| THE silverware?"
| eyes, the plate. Furgy was doubled with
| skinny on his line fly to Little Red ana Dickey
Bird gave up the ghost on swift bounder to
| Plunkey."
! "Plunkey?"
| "Yes," said the boy with a grin, that's
me "
| And you took it IMP" cried the father.
| "Out of the wet" said the boy, placIdlv.
| Come to me arms, me son." exclaimed
| Plunkins. sprInging to his feet ana embracing
him passionately. Il was afraid you was
| foolin' away your time at school and gettin'
no edication, but see was mistaken. Why,
| boy. you are fit to enter college this very min
| ute. Come right along into the house and tell
| about the rest of the game to your mother and
me-" and they went in together locked in
| fond embrace.