Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-06-14
their feet and nudged home. three tallies
and the game to the good

their feet and nudged home. three tallies
and the game to the good.
| Well. you ought to've heard them then.
| Hey, take that bum out of theren'
they shrieked. What have they got that
hobo kicking around there for, eh? Can
him. He's an old hunk of Roquefort that
ought to've been ditched a hundred and
fifteen years ago; What is this a game be-
tween the Old Mems Home and the Insti-
tuition for Superannuated Clergymen hey:
Get the hook for that dill He couldn't
catch beanbag If it was dropped on him
from tree! Wow! Watt him! Hot
foot Toe t., the tramp! Somebody buy him a
glngham sun bonnet! Hey, Griff, are
you going to let that old dogan drool
| around there in everybody's way? Can
him! 'Raus NIT him.
| And so on. L saw probably a hundred
men stand right up in their places and
with faces distorted with hate. shake
| their fists at Keller all the time bowling
at him as If he had just been caught i'm
the act Of trying to set fire to an or
phanage.
All the long years of Keeler's willing
ness and ability were forgotten literally
in moment. His phenomenal catches
1 after long sprints his scientific batting
which enabled him to lead his league with
the stick for long spells, his heady work
in coaching. his ripe base ball wisdom.
his agreeableness and perfect subservience
even to unjust discipline-all of these
things the gang dashed out of their minds
| OOSehOoC' Will pUIh HILL, heeler, VINO
shouldn't have been in the game at all on
| that day, booted one.
And you should have seen the unani-
nous chorus of raps in the base ball sec
lions of the New York papers on the fol-
lowing day. They slipped it over on Wee
| Willie as if that player had been caught
| in Black Hand raid.
Good old hawss that used to be. but
he doesn't belong now" was the essence
of these newspaper wallops. "The game
has become too fast for Keller, and he
| should blow. Keller has had his crack at
| the thing, and now he should pick I'D his
moccasins and let the young fellows kick
| in. He's nice, agreeable little Teller but
| 'raus and 'raus some more. Wee Willie
dubbed around his swamp like decoy
duck yesterday. and the sign is on it that
he is now eligible TO membership in the
USed-to-WaS Club. The Yanks can't af-
ford to have a bunch of ancient Gala
ghers like this Keller person dragging
them down any longer"
| And all like that. Was it any wonder
that Keller, when he pulled a hard game
out of the fire for his team only a cou-
pie of days later by brilliant fielding and
timely batting. most determinedly de-
clined to give em peak at the cowlick
on the top of his head when they roa red
for him to pull off his cap? Nixy WON
der And Keller has been the life of the
Yanks' party. so to speak, ever since that
I one little mess he made of it. But that's
expected Of him.
Take the case Of this Walter Manning
bow. the HEAVIER from Williamsport who
was plugged along the tossing find of
the season only little while back. The
youngster was in pretty good shape when
he Joined the Yanks, and the batsmen
weren't on to his little line of stuff and
so he went right along and pitched seven
or eight straight winning games for him.
self, I forget which. Maybe he wasn't the
shiney-eyed Walter for the New York
fans then! He was the new Christy Mat
thewson He was the whole works. with
a spur from the main line of the railroad
running right up in front. He was every
thing.
Then a parcel of the swatfesters Of
the American League dropped into town
to look over Klnk Walters assortment of
stuff, and they ended by picking that lit
tie sovereign up and depositing him in
the ducking trough. They just batted the
shiny-eyed Waffle all over the place like
a freight conductor drumming buns off
of a coal car with piece of random
scantling that's what they did to Waffle.
You should have been in New York
to listen to the doleful chorus then. The
same publications that had been publish
ing full-page pictures in color of Walter
from Williamsport. proclaiming him the
pitcher of the epoch If not of the GEN.
tury, and calling him petite names. turn