Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-05-04
OLD ARDOR REVIVED

you know" remarked the large male
person with the dim blue lamps, I've got
real sassy bunch that the Nationals are
going to have their lunch hooks wound
around an up-top rung on the ball-yard
ladder when the bye-bye gong rings next
fall. And It's been long time since my
old friend Intooish bit me on the breast
bone, too. Didn't know what it was at first.
Thought 1t might be the rheumatism or
the angina pectoris or some other real ex-
pensive medical dividend. Then got wise.
was on. My horse-hide appendix was
making faces at the score board for the
first time in years.
I'm telling you the signs look good, and
I ought to know. Up to the time the real
sport was Wagnerized here in town and
the baby farm idea worked to the glody
and beautiful extreme, l was one OF the
really truly regulars, and every time l
grabbed an average sheet got the hutters
in my floating ribs.
But 1 got mine Things kept getting
worse and worse. and every now and then
sta aid the But pig was Always the
hike for mine till one day they had to wake
up the dub that was out In center neid Ior
the Piifuls and ask hisct ne tbat had
danced of the ash a couple OF minutes Pc
fore and landed In the near vicinity OF MS
left foot. That was enough even Tor me ne
second hand from the dailies. :,
But last Thursday / got this 1ooilsn
feeling in my fnsides and after 10 inquired
out what it was bought a quarters RS W Trina
line And I'm on the list again till the
last fan folds up for the season ana the
flag comes down of the grandstand
"Why? Amt telling you! They look
good to me- all Of 'em. They sure 90.
There's nothing the matter with my lamps,
even if they do need rubbing up. and that
day didn't have the shades araT1 too. 70
him like a debutante to lOw-neck Dress.
He's a whole tally-ho coach. including the
horn and the spotted dog. and every time ne
cracked that black-snake whip ne caiis .
voice one of the colts in the team jumped
as IL the snapper had wound AROUND hlS
legs
on the counter for permission 10 throw ~
bottles and sofa cushions at the umpire the
local bunch was made of soft soap ano
gelatine and acted the part This time !.
whalebone and rubber and l IKE the
change. Mother thing. In that game eor say
The local dubs didn't speak to one anotneI
unless they got a fresh Introduction every
day If there was pop ny In the ar anu =.
the field captain wanted the snorts,op u
collect it in his basket, would ne yen out. :.
smith" or what ever his name was! Not
on your life He'd sit down on the grass
and write a polite little note to SAhtn II,
violet ink on mauve paper, requestins
Smith, if he found the time and didn't have
ANYTHING else to do. to please stop the ny
bail that had bounced off the big stick a
little while before and was even then ap-
preaching the earth. -,
Then he'd wet the stickum. soften up
some wax, seal the note with his own per
sonal crest and send it over to short by
an A. D. T. dreamer. BY the time II 20,
there the chances are that Smith, If he had
nothing particular on his mind, would yawn
a couple or three of times, scratch the
calf of his left leg with the heel OF ms
right foot and prepare to eaten the ny
reported in the offing I'm not exaggerat-
ing when l say that TINS metnoo oio hoe
also result in success.
But nowadays the note paper stunt Is
passed up and~when there anyenhe up
in the air looking for handy basket
Smith. or whoever may happen 70 De n,
the general vicinity of the come-down
place. gets the big quick high sign and Is
on the jump in about a second. usuaiy
he is so eager to get his mitts on the
dumping that he jumps up IN the ar nhe
a South Australian kangaroo ana meets
the ball about nineteen feet SIX lncnes
above terra firma. But that's now tue
games are won son, and that's the way
the local bunch behaved when L sa" CHI
'tother afternoon. , -, :,
lust what place do I think they'll be
holding down when the season closes
What? Say, run along and sell your
naners. Ina the heap big prognosticator
and if I've handed out the hot ana MUNRO
these last few minutes I'm due for the hot
roast and the pink lemonade So I'm not
naming any rungs today. But It'll be Top
pish, SON. it'll be toppish. Pin that IN the
hard when the pumpkins begin to color
up next fall. And say, come around then
and buy, will you? I'm due for the Dig
thirst about them