The evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1907-1908, 1907-12-16

When Bill Carrick, late of the Newarks,
was pitching for the National League clnh
of New York, in which city he earned f9i
himself the nickname of Poker Bill OF
account of his liking for that game oil
chance, he had to go one day to consult an
attorney regarding some mining properly
that belonged to him up in the ~neighbot-
hood of Adrian, Mich, where he made MS
| winter home. II
As his was Bits first appearance with
lawyers, and as the attorney to whom he
was recommended was one of those high
priced men. Carrick received the shock oi
his life a few days later, when IN response
TO a communication from the legal nghl
he dropped around TO the office and was
Informed that his business had beer
brought to a successful termination.
Bill was much pleased to have the mat
ter finished in so short a time ana IN 81
satisfactory Il manner. But his JOY over
This event was somewhat married when nc
learned from the attorney his charges foi
services rendered.
At first Carrick thought the man of Law
was joking, but when he found out tha'
/ he was in earnest he turned TO that WORTHY
and cried out:
Say, don't you think you missed your
vocation when you became a lawyer? :.
"What makes you ask that question:
queried the lawyer in a digniiled man
because I think you ought to have
been soldier shot back Blll, 'fot u
YOU charged the enemy as you have
charged me thSie MouniiL' i
Of hem
Hans Wagner. the husky German lad,
who has the knack of swatting the bal
where the other fellows are not, has been
doing duty all this fall as a juryman uI
in the smoky city of Pittsburg.
The first of December let Hans out, ano
never was there a man who has served OF
an American jury before or since VINO was
So glad TO regain his freedom as this Ma
| tional League Swatting hero.
No sooner had Hans been excused thar
he vert up the State In order TO 90 a littie
hunting, and among the party of hunters
was Charley Lever. the Pittsburg twirler
who, when he first shook hands with the
mighty Wagner, said to him: ~.
'fWeIl, Hans, old socks, how do you like
doing your country a service In the role OF
a III WAS my first experience replied
Hans, as he ook o pull at his cartridge
belt. "and ! hope 1t will be the last tins
stack up against any such game. Why.
Charley" continued Wagner, as he turned
10 face the clever pitcher. lin the time
was on that jury | heard so much law
| tbat I'm having the hardest time of my
life now in trying to keep from cheating
someone.
When Dad Clark was pitching for the
New York Club several years back he
Of the day. He was a highly eccentric
chap. with as many foibles as the mighty
Waddell. He was said to be the most nn-
! consciously WHY man OF MS llnf.
He had a Chuck onnor command OF
the English Language, and a really remark
able collection OF ~vituperative expletives
which he was ready to use on the slight
est proVocation.
Dad was certainly no ones handsome
child, either; in fact, bitter enemies were
wont to kid Dad on the face he wore
But he was a clever pitcher when goine
well, and had one of the best drop balls
ever used In professional baseball.
He was q natural-born kidder, and, like
all men of this class, he had to stand
for a comeback in the same line, AMI
what was handed to him in the kidding
| line would make a ~many-page book.
At the time Clark was performing fQl
the New Yorks Aleck Smith was catch
ing, and a crackerjack of a catcher Alecl
was. as well as a likely lad when II can't
to welding the willow.
He and Clark were always j0shing eacl
other, and it is recorded in the memories
of baseball historians that there was 0nll
/ one occasion when Clark became reall.
angry at what Aleck said to him..
This was on one August day when thu
New Yorks were playing in Washington
ana Aleck Smith was sitting on the play
ers' bench, resting, when Dad Clark CAM
by and paused IN order to fix some signal!
up with the catcher.
AS remarked before, Clark was anything