The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1906-05-27
fBO9Ao and BOOSTS--by the DUTCH UNCLE d.
sand Sundr Refe. sUonhePa
ctions Upon the Passing Show

parting sunbeams Of the dying day glowing
upon the Zaza-like tresses of Giniveevee Mac
league. She was sitting on the bow Of her
fathers deeP,sea going seow, 'The Scooter, OF
She her way to Buffalo to see her
lover play the last game OF the year against
Bill Murray's never sweats Her lover was
Hank Hugger, the home run hitter Of George
Washington Stallings bunch Of invincible booze
burners She was beauteous maiden. fair as
the dawn of muggy morning in Montana and
with heart as true as a Waterbury watch.
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The boat passing thru Syracuse safely and
escaping the perils Of the deep on the wide
waters of Monroe county, the scene and ac-
ton Of the story lunches on to the day of the
while the hands load up the hold on lumber
and Mr. MacTeague, sr., and the captain load
up on Black Rock sarsaparilla. r.
$50 -. s..
The great game stood 2222 in favor Of
jersey City because two men were out and the
pitcher had two strikes and three balls on Hank
Hugger the mighty home run hitter. Hank
stood at the plate and gazed out to the d.
rection Of the gas works. Despair, hope, desire
| for revenge and Love (pipe that L on love)
were chasing across his honest and perspiring
face. E.1 49,
out OF the box and his eyes roved thru the
massed humanity in the grandstand. His eye
Lit upon the turkey red skirt the gas light
hair and the alabaster countenance of his be-
bile face relaxed, his lamps lit up with the
blaze Of love. ~
Approaching the stand he dored his cap:
"Approach me Kit" he said in voice deer
with reverential passion. 49,. i. 49,
The coy maiden slipped down the steps t.
her lover. She didn't really slip, but she jus,
percolated down with that glide that every
maiden possesses when she's trotting parh
| ''what whist thou. Hank p queried the tende,
maiden. IT,. 17@- 49,. ~. 49,
{ zone for luck, Tessie." replied Hank as hi
shifted three ounces Of Clipper navy ps IRON
darnsel about her midst and planted chastt
buss upon her aforesaid alabaster cheek.
| ''For the sake OF the league, Hank" she
murmured. .'....| g.
'I'm hep" remarked Hank in a caressint
voice. thrilling with the love he bore her. 'l
have bunch, Eva, that I'm going to bust i
now-that I'm onto that's guys jumper ant
will haste the leather out Of the park"
| Back he went and knocked out foul fly tina
and Jersey City won. 1922. .~
| -
O'Clock that evening. -
The "scooter Of Schenectady" swung ava!
| from her pier and took her course toward tn
! Lockport locks Hank Hugger and Giniveeve.
| MacTeague stood upon the bow Of the boat tina
nosed her way thru the tin cans and lemo,
cases in the swift current. j.
The maiden. pale. but as determined as
bill collector, pointed an unmanicured finger a
the dark waters and said:
"For the sake of the league, Hankv'
Sobs ratified up the windpipe Of the agitate
player. Casting one last fond look about tn
landscape he plunged into the raging torrent
waded ashore and became a leading citizen o
lDePew-entombed alive.
With one wild cry the heart-broken Made
descended into the cabin, borrowed her father
razor, retired to her cabin and by the time til
boat reached Batavia she didn't have corn o
either foot. She subsequently married a decl
hand a Fail River line and has three SOD
playing in the Connecticut league.
|, If Sangree don't 60 bit easy h
will be having Mark Twain looking
| like q last years almanac.