Evening star., 1907-10-20
T H E B I 6 L E A 6 u E R
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the other. and battin' at the wide ones while
the mules dragged off them dying horses and
Bandy Riller gets to the rubber
With Arthur hittin over three hundred,
Bandy knew he had to pitch some. So he
made couple of balks Well of course that
went. went All the rules was in favor of the home
team. But this bull Arthur was no mark. He
was out for batting average. The shoofiies
kept jumping around him. and one Johnny
went clean under him. He had nerve, all
right. Sooner him than me- He had nothln
to protect hisself with but red banner.
Arthur tented a couple o times at them; but
he never took his red lamps off Bandy Mum
Der One. When he sees low one coming he
ducked so it just grazed his shoulder. and was
landing homer when Bandy grabs him by
both horns and hangs on for dear life. It
looked like the slow black wagon for his, l
can tell you! Arthur tossed him this way
and that way and tried to jam him down on
the ground; but he terrier-Ill say that
for him. He didn't know where he was going:
but he certainly was on his way. Bandy and
Arthur was doing such fast inside work that
nobody else could get in the game. BY the
wav the fans rooted you'd a thought that
senoriter wearing her mittens out. Ar
tillerol Artillero!' She was strong for the bull.
same as everybody else
Jest then Bandy Number Two got in posi-
tion to curve couple of them loaded darts
around his neck AS they busted Arthur
give trow to his belfry an comes short
Stop. That's what showed Bandy Number
One over the plate. Up in the sky for his lets
go, lands on the bulls back, slides off on his
feet, an pitched a sweet one from his rubies.
1t was the SWEETEST piece of tumblin | ever
seen.
What the two Picks got was nothin' com
pared to the screecherendo they give these
boys They'd a carried EN- from the field if
little Arthur hadn't been shaking his leather
By gravy! that bull was insane for fair. He
was rippn' around with the auction sign all
over him. his bugle drippin' blood, an stoppin'
in the center bellowin an beetn till you
could hear him over everything else.
'' Waitin' for his base on bawls,' says the
shoe drummer, tryin to get funny
$50 You talk like sponge! Steve says, all
He'll earn every run he gets. Why, there
amt no game to this the bulls beat before
he comes on the field
Mat went right to work this time. Poor
old Arthur was all in. He only had one good
punch left, an he put all his strength in it.
But what with the blood an that green porter
he was so blinded that Mat got that old high
fast one again. Arthur couldn't get
away from it.
1T kinder got to me, the way that bull
died He tried his best to swing again. an
an give a long sad Moo-oH Then his legs
began to crumble. an over he goes in heap
Yes, sir N it made me feel worst to see
them mules trot in an drag that game old
not ali dead yet, Sa-ayl No wonder there
amt no press stands in them Spanish parks
Steve give poke, an give him one.
an we got up. Steve was lookin' of his feed;
but he waits to signal to Black Eyes, who
was laughin' at him an talkin'. What's she
sayn !? he asks the drummer, half sittin' down
again.
Says you're missin the best part of the
show. cause the next bull is white one, an
YOU can see when they draw blood
''Is that right Steve says speakin' kind
O. hoarse.
Sure says the drummer. laughin. Amt
you goin' to see the game OUT Next innin' Il
be the
But Steve an me had took it On the rum"