Omaha daily bee., 1893-05-29
COT THE SOLDIERS MONEY
Tom Birmingham's Husky Grew of sluggers
Defeats the Army Team.
LIVELY GAME OF BALL OUT AT THE FORT
Mr.. Milier's Dusky Curves Were Too Dark
Tor the Infantrymen-Judge Parish
In Tight Place-Other Sum
day Sporting Items.

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sion that sounded like the discharge of "a
inch Columbad, and when the smoke and
dust and CRIME of the battle had floated
away on the gentle May breeze the SCARED
and mangled bodies of the blue coats were to
be seen scattered over all parts of the field.
They lost the day and twenty-five large
cartwheels by score of IL to 4.
1t was a beautiful afternoon, with the
soft sunshine flooding the country round
about and just enough breeze in action to get
! up gentle ripple in the mazcs of foliage
that enshrouded the soldiers quarters lin
ing the northern boundary of the grounds.
| There was a large crowd out and from the
large quantities of enthusiasm rife it was
easy to see that they enjoyed what proved
| to be very snappy, scrappy fight.
The Conventions are surely lot of very
healthy people, and 1t is woe unto any pre-
| sumptuous team who tackles them with the
idea that they are going to have a sausage.
| They play bah with their mouths lust about
rs well rs they do with their hands and feet,
| 1t is a case of Keep busy with them all the
time, and the way Artie Creighton, and
| Buck Adams, another cherub bit holes in
| the bland atmosphere was enough to give
| tiInid individual the night sweats.
| Judge Parish, the Culpepper boy was on
| the bench, and to see the way that Creigh-
| ton and Mr.. Adams hustled a slepladder out
! from the quartermaster's department and
| poured impetuous and passionate rhetoric
| into his gaping aurcuar was sight to
| bring tears to the eyes of potato.
SO the Judge Remarked.
But the judge was game and when Artie
| exclaimed, just after beating tattoo against
the wind in the fifth inning, that if the wind
was favorable they could smell him in Ne
| braska City he ran forward and unlinlSing
| about foot of finger he shook it under Mr..
| Crelghtons dilated nostrils with the declar-
| alton that if he repeated the above assertion
he would pull him up by the roots and
throw him out of the lot, you could have
heard a coupling pin drop-on u tin roof
The winding labyrinth of the judges face
| on this momentous occasion was a mystery
of unfathomable depth. His eyes flashed
| firewater and he fairly gnawed scrap iron
right out Of the air.
Withal, however Judge Parish umpired
the scrap comuetently, impartially and well,
| and as n reward the vast throng made the
| wellsiu shriek at the close of the strife
1t was II horse collar for both sides in the
first, but in the second Uncle Sans doughty
| heroes gobbled in couple.
Miller, ana by the way, he is so black that
they had to light the gasoline lamps
ing, in four cannon balls that went
wide, and Major Shea skated down
Then the Rembrandt twirler settled
down to business, and my! maybe he isn't
! IL.
swift that they left blue streak in the air
along their course for minutes afterwards,
and of course Major General Wright couldn't
| get his eye within yard of 'em. ''.'
He struck out, but Creighton was so busy
chewing up an old horseshoe that some one
had tossed him for luck, that he let the ball
get away from him and the result was that
the colonel waltzed clear round to third
| while the general, with u smile on his face
that would cut grass, fingered at first.
This blunder of Artie's sort o. ratified the
Brummagem boys, and when the general
made bold dash for second the major did
likewise for home. This astounding coup
d'etat this goes, anyway seemed to paralyze
the North Enders, and before they could
hurl the sphere against the proper target
the major had crossed the pan and the gen
eral lugged his smile over to third.
moment later the ebony Mr. Miller
made wild throw and the general joined
the painting major on the bench.
While They Took a Formal Ballot.
Then there was fun and the Conventions
| held Il convention sure. Manager Birming-
ham waved his cane in frantic circles about
his head and let volley loose from his
mouth that dropped four blackbrds dead
from flock flying over on their way to Cut
on island. Buck Adams got right up on his
hind legs and roared; Billy Van Arnam
added his prize ring notes to the din, and
Artie belChcd out torrents Of lmprecat ations
so hot that the collar of his shirt began to
smoke.
Judge F'arlsh, who, by the way, used to be
professor of phiiology back in Virginia
seemed to understand them, however, and
strengthening himself up until his head was
on n level with the tops of the adjacent cot
tonwoods, he ordered every man back into
his stall, and with a wave of his hand like a
cows tail sweeping a hoard of flies off her
sore back, in stentorian tones he belched
"Play BALI"
Then MIR. Miller put his good black arm
to work again like the piston rod of a steam
engine and Captain Tichnor, Lieutenant Nc
Giniss and Corporal Cody bruised and CON
fused the soughing winds and went and sat
down.
Then the Conventions came in and took
another egg, as did the Soldiers in their
| half.
In the fourth, however, Captain Vans elo-
cutionists began in earnest, and they
swatted Sergeant McElvain with such pas
sion and force that you could fairly hear the
amalgam rattle in his back teeth.
| First Van Arnam rammed his club down
the balls throat for a couple of cushions
and Buck Adams banged out a SINGLE and
Billy, thinking he saw his way clear, leapt
like gay gazelle for home. But Major
| Shea was too previous Tor him, and like a
minnie ball he sent the ball whizzing into
Adjutant Gross big mits, and Bily's fair
young life went out at the plate. But Buck
made second on the killing
He Did II on Purpose.
Then Artie Creighton stepped up to the
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mantling his classic brow, and riveting his
dove like orbs upon the speeding sphere no
smote 1t sore, and away it went way out into
the crimson west.
When Colonel Duberry picked it up from
among the peeping dandelions, it was fiat
and iabby like chop house biscuit. but he
got it back in time to hold Artie at third
Buck scored, of course, on the welt
Bowman was deadheaded to first and app
was soaked with the ball, and the bags were
| full.
The spectacle caused General Wrght's
face 10 glow and bloom like prize chrysan-
themum. Like "a horrid phantasy he saw
his Twenty-Five plunkers disappearing over
the divide
Right here Kennedy leaned his club up
against one of sergeant's most reticulated
curves for a base 1t scared the grass blades
rs II approached Major Shea, and while he
! was untangling IL from the cryptogamic
plants that grow so plentifulin his territory,
both Artie and the fragile Mr. Bowman
ambled home
That left the Conventions with tally to
the good. and out of sheer commiseratio
| Clarke and Miller struck out.
There was nothing further occurred until
tho sixth, when Birmingham's husky pals