The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1889-01-16
SENATOR REAGAN AT TENP1Ns
a Lively Dispute with the Score
Keeper About spare"
From The s. Louis GI05e- Democrat.

From The 81. Louis Globe Democrat
When Senator Reagan OF Texas was here
last summer he used to spend Sunday fire.
quently out Of town. a favorite resort Of
his was Ma shall Hall 1t is a summer ex-
cursion point on the bank of the Potomac
about twenty five miles below Washington.
1t is an old-fzshioned picnic ground, and is
fitted up with swings and tennis courts and
bowling alleys and other similar acconmo-
datlOns for the amusement of visitors One
Sunday, late in the summer, Senator K "a
gan went to Marshall Hall aud took Mrs.
Reagan with hun Among all the visitors on
that particular Sunday there was only one
who knew Senator Reagan even at Sign. He
saw the senator but the senator didn't see
him. 1t was, therefore, with a great deal of
interest that he observed the senator's
movements.
Bsieging his identity unknown to the
crowd, the Texa5 senator dispOrted himself
with the freedom of his boyhood days. He
enjoyed himself in the swings and rode the
hobby horses and tried TO play lawn tennis,
but it was not until he essayed to bowl ten
pins that the fun began. Senator Reagan
Is very fat. and weighs nearly SO ponds,
so that his athletic performances are not
always distinguished for their easy grace
ard agility. He took his pace, however,
with apparent confidence, and grasping the
wooden ball firmly in both hands lurched
forward. Evidently he intended to throw
a curved bail in order to astonish the spec-
tators, but somehow he gave his body a sud-
den twist, stood a moment on one leg, and
then sat down.
Ten striker' yelled the score keeper. "All
down but TEN"
The Senator glared fercely at the score
keeper. tae crowd laughed immoderately,
and the small boy at the lar end of the alley
shouted:
Set 'en up on the other alleym
DIR. Reagan arose with dignity and re-
sumed the play. This time he was more
careful. and ny a wonderfully une xpected
stroke of fortune the ball went rolling down
the very center of the alley, and nine of the
pins fell. The senator appeared greatly
gratified at the result, and Ms. Reagan
smiled her approval.
Gimme the ball again" said Mr.. Rea-
gan, taxing position for another throw.
The ball was handed 10 him, and again
it went rolling down the center of the alley
until it got near the end. Somehow it
changed its course, and TIE last pin went
down.
That's spare, " said the senator, address
ing the score keeper.
Nobody said 1t wasn't" he growled in
response, at the same time marking it on
the b ard.
QeIb goes LOT another OlG, con-
tinued the senator, reaching for the ball
again.
Nav you don't" interrupted the score
keeper. That's all the throws you git this
time
But I get three throws, don't IF' per
sisted the senator. I've had only two
throws"
well, what do you want to throw at?n
was the rather sarcastic query. There
nj, l.
If there was. That's only spare, and you
don't get another throw until 1t comes your
turn again"
Yes, but do though" interrupted the
senator. You set them pins up and
gimme another belt at 'em. know what
a snare is This amt the first time | ever
played tenpins. l git three straight
throws at them pins, no matter how many
Of EN- l knock down. It's your business to
sat EN- up. and its mine to knock 'em
DOWN
And then the senator from Texas and the
score keeper pitched into each other for
about five minutes as to the rules and regu-
lations of tenpins relative to a spare. The
crowd enjoyed the dispute, and for a few
moments it looked as if a riot might be pre-
clpltated. Each disputant maintained his
position in emphatic terms, and the score
keeper IN particular grew quite picturesque
in his language 1t soon became evident
that no agreement could be reached, and,
thoroughly disguised, the senator refused
to play. Mrs Reagan, greatly alarmed
at the prospect, tuEged at the senator's
shirt sleeves and whispered to him to de-
siSt.
my dear" he blurted, "I'll attend to this
matter myself"
Thus inspired, he gave the score keeper
some more advice concerning tenpins,
and finally throwing down the bali
in disgust, turned on his heel and stalked
away.
Come on, my dear, " he remarked to Mrs.
Reagan. They don't know anything about
tenpins here. That score keeper don't know
enough TO eat hay"