The Butte inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1901-1912, 1902-06-10
THROWS BEER BOTTLES THROUGH
WINDOWS OF THORNTON WHILE
UNDER ITS INFLUENCE.
THINKS HE'S PLAYING AN
EXCITING GAME OF BALL
Poses as Entire Nine, the Umpire and
Spectators and Is Interrupted by the
Police--WelI Known travelling Man
Is Ending an Extended Spree, Begun
Two Weeks Ago in Butte.

Strike Two! Ball Twol Take your
Base
AS the words were uttered there was a
staccato accompaniment OF the crash OF
broken glass and the man in scant attire
who leaned from an upper window in the
Thornton about 10 o'clock this morning
and in the dual role OF umpire aud pitcher
amused or terrified the passcrsby who
looked serious. even excited, as he threw
his imaginary balls over the plate.
Unfortunately for the baseball man, the
balls were not real balls, but empty beer
bottles and the diamond was not a rcgula.
ton one. but a section OF Broadway al
the intersection of Wyoming street other
wise there would have been no necessity
for the patrol wagon TO come tearing down
and stop at the Thornton for an unusual
type Of passenger.
Is Rialto Whisky.
Strong drink in supcrabundancc was the
cause OF the imaginary ball game of the
gentleman who shall be known as Short.
stop because that is not his name and be
cause he is a we'll known travelling man.
whose only fault. so his friends say. is
periodical inspiration that he can put all
the distilcries and brcwcrics IN the city
out OF the business III = hours.
As the patrol wagon came tearing down
Mr.. Shortstop with his toe on the win
dow sash, was leaning back to avoid a
Dalk and tossing one more empty beer
bottle at the old hoist across the street.
Rotten" was his decision in his umpire
capacity as the bottle fell short and crash
ed into thousand pieces half way across
the street.
Cause OF His Joy.
AHA !" said Mr. Shortslop as he spotted
the wagon as it came spinning along.
That's patrol wagon. Well that's not
so bad. ] thought il was a water wagon
at first"
PLAY ball" he shouted again, and as
he twisted the last beer bottle in his hand
he glanced as il 10 watch the runner on
first base. Away out across the street the
bottle came sailing and again Mr.. Short
stop, as umpire censured Mr. Shortsiop as
pitcher with the characteristic epilhct
"Roticnl'
Right over the plate this time" said
the big drummer as he rolled up the sleeves
OF his night garment spai on his hand and
looked critically at an imaginary plate.
Right over the plate"
Police Stop Game.
But il was a balk this time sure enough,
for just as he leaned back for the throw
the big policeman who had climbed the
elevator and sncakcd in Ia the room noise
lessly, grabbed him from behind.
he game is declared OFF for want of an
umpire said rootcr from the bcaehers
on the street facet0usly.
Il wonder il wcl get rain check"
said another who had been enjoying the
game out OF range Of the beer bottles.
What are you throwing those away
Tor said the policemen after he had got
good collar and elbow hold on Mr..
ShoristOp.
No Rain Checks.
because they were empty" said the
baseball man. and the crowd laughed
WHO wants an empty boitlc2 Get Off
the diamond or III have you fined"
But the policeman didn't get off the
diamond. He held his man until several
OF his friends came along and arranged
Tor the arrival Of Clerk Billy Vim. For
the sake OF the mans reputation and his
friends the patrol wagon drove of empty.
Mr., Shortstop has been on the Ralto
now more than a month and his friends
are making an effort TO get him straight
ened out again. II is probable that he will
not have to appear in the police court.