Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-02-16
By Revere Rodgers.

the University of Pennsylvania which
gives him authority to hang out his shin
gle an NJ. D., is a very studious fellow.
and Waddell, with all his foolishness,, is
sometimes given to sober thought, and
subjects that a person would believe
would be beyond the Rube's mental pow
ers are the very ones that hold his atten-
ton the longest.
engaged on a building Just outside the
ball park put up faulty scaffolding.
with the result that when a number OF
men got on it the thing fell. injuring sew
eral of the mechanics, and one man so
badly that he afterWard died.
Waddell helped to lift these men into
the ambulance. and when the next morn
ing the papers spoke about the injured
men great stress was laid on the fact
that one member of the party who was
still living had lost pretty near his entire
brain in the accident, and 1t was con-
sidered marvellous that he was still liv-
ing.
When Rube read this he became greatly
interested, and no sooner had DR.. Powers
come into the grounds than the big pitch
er nailed him and inquired as follows:
See here, Mike. how long is it posi-
BILE for man to live without brains?"
That's a funny question to ask me"
retorted Mike
And why?" cried Waddell.
Because" shot back the little doctor,
as he turned on his heel, ''it seems to
me that you ought to know more about
that matter than anybody else.
When Glascock Became Desperate.
Sporting writers whose business it is
to mix up with professional ball players
will tell you that the average ball player
in the major league today is a tight
proposition when it comes to incinerating
| money, as the boys who cavort about
the grassy diamond at the present period
| usually want everything that is coming
to them when they pass their coin over
the counter.
Old-time professionals. so it is claimed
by those who should know, were just the
. opposite as far as money was concerned.
IT'S asserted that these oldsters used to
! blow their coin right and left. Be this
as it may be- yet there were economically
inclined profeSSiC nelS even in those haZy
DAYS.
One of these rivals of Russell Sage was
the celebrated shortstop, Jack Glascock.
and d crackerjack good ball player was
this dark-skinned fellow. too He had
Sam Thompson Of the Phillies skinned on
this point, and that's saying d lot. for
Thompson would never dispute an umpire
for fear of being fined
One night, so the story goes. GlascOck
and several of the ST. Louis players went
in to Harry Hills old place in New York
city. where one could run up against all
kinds of gambling games and the pl1y-
ers, with the exception of Glascock. be-
gan to bet money on the different gam
bling devices.
The fever at last took hold of Jack, as
the air must have been surcharged with
it. and going over TO the faro table, where
some New York millionaires were play
ing. GlasScock recklessly slapped down a
dime. which startled the dealer much
that it was some moments before he
| could draw his breath. When he at last
did SO he looked up at Jack and said:
What the devil is that for?''
Il want to place bet?'' cried Jack
why we don't deal faro here for a
| dime snorted the man in charge of the
! table
! well. then. for any part Of it" reck-
! lessly shouted Pebble Jack, as he as
| sumed a devil-may-care air