Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-12-01

complish.
''Talking about people moving" cried
Dahlen. after he had listened awhile to
the two ball players. why, 1 once
who was moving all the time: why she
moved SO often.' continued Dahlen, "that
every time q delivery wagon backed up
to the door the chickens used to roll over
on their backs and cock their legs up in
the air waiting to be ted
Rube Waddell's Retort.
A few years ago, when the mighty
Waddell had kicked over the traces and
had gone to tending bar over in Camden,
N. j.. Tom Brown. the umpire, dropped
into the palate-tickling establishment in
order to have a little heart-to-heart talk
with the big pitcher.
While Tom was engaged in conversa-
ton with Connie Mack's recalcitrant slab
man a young fellow happened to come
in who called for q drink, and when he
had finished he passed a quarter over to
Waddell, who was busily engaged with
Umpire Brown.
Waddell took the money and tossed 1t
into the cash register and then continued
his talk with Brown.
The customer after waiting a reasonable
time for his change and seeing no I'M
mediate chance Of getting 1t, butted into
the conversation with the following:
Look here, my friend, haven't you
forgotten something?"
Sure" replied the big Rube with a
scowl, who hated to be Interrupted in his
talk. Il have forgotten more than you
will ever know"
Thompson's Warning to Delehanty.
When the Philadelphia National League
team was composed Of q set Of stars, Of
which Sam Thompson and big Ed Dele
hanty were the leading lights. there used
to loaf about the Philadelphia park
half-witted fellow, whom everybody 81
ed Bill.
1t was his duty to take care Of the bats,
run after foul balls. carry water. and in
fact to make himself generally useful
around the grounds.
One hot August day, when the st. Louis
Club were playing the Phillies, the score
stood five to four In the ninth inning.
and in the St Louis chaps favor.
There were two Of the Phillies on the
bases Mailman on second and Larkin on
first, with one man out.
Sam Thompson, who had retired from
the game in the early part Of the con-
ankle, was sitting on the bench, when Ii
came Ed. Delehanty's turn to 90 to the
bat.
The manager Of the Philadelphia told
q
Of cigars if he would drive in Mailman.
and Delehanty. who not only wanted to
win the cigars. but who also wanted to
help his team win the game, started for
the home plate on a run.
By some misfortune. Bill, the half
witted character, got In Deis way, and
Del gave him a push, that sent Bill flying
down among the bats.
or course, the foolish chap wasn't hurt,
but he set up a ''holler," which was his
usual neaus for WORKING the hall NAV
ers for money.
Delehanty, instead of knocking a base
hit, sent up pop fly which was gathered
in by the st. Louis catcher, and when the
big ball player returned to the bench Sam
Thompson said to him:
II am afraid. Del. If the Treasury De-
partment officials get next to you that
you will be arrested
Arrested" cried Delehanty, as a puz-
zled expression stole over his face, land
for what?" he asked, as he rubbed his
head in a perplexed manner.
why. for showing the queer" retorted
Sam as he ducked his head in the direc-
ton of the supplemented Bill.
Hans Wagner Wanted to Know.
Hans Wagner. the big burly infielder Of
the Pittsburg team. and the leading slug
ger for many years Of the National
League. Is a mighty close-mouthed though
generous-hearted ball player.
Hans has his kidding spells at infre-
Quent intervals. but to judge from the ex-
preston of his stolid countenance one
would never accuse the husky German of
knowing a joke when he saw it.
But just here is where a person is likely
the pitcher of the Pittsburg club, when he
first Joined the Smoky city aggregation.
Robertaille had been with the Pitts
burg club only a few days. when he stroll
ed into the club house where Hans Wag-
ner was busily engaged in perusing a 10
cal paper
Robertaille stood by watching the great
ball player as he slowly traced his fore
finger along the line he happened to be
reading. and the game little pitcher was
about to begin his disrobing act when
the mighty Wagner. with a quizzical ex-
preston on his face, turned to the pitcher
and asked:
What would you call a man who takes
pictures?'
why" shot back Robertaille as look
of plying disgust came upon his face;
disgust at the denseness of the great
Wagner: Il would call the man a pho
tographer. Of course" he added with
naughty disdainful air.
That's what I thought. too" slowly
drawled Hans, as he glanced about at the
other ball players. who knowing Wagner
as they did suspected some joke; "but
here's a Pittsburg judge" continued the
great ball player. who called man a
thief for taking some pictures
And then while the other spike-shoe ar
lists guffawed at the discontinue of
Robertaille that doughty gentleman
Owed into his locker and silently Invested
himself of his civilian apparel, while
Hans Wagner strolled out into the sun
light to watch the ground force pitching
quoits.
Bill Hassamer's Query.
When the Washington club was staying
at the boarding housa which WAS than