Evening star., 1909-08-29


Red Sox aren't up to the classiness of the
other two clubs. no matter what they've
been dong in the way of fattening their
percentage column. They tell you that
the Beantown boys possess lot of in
dividually clever players. but that the
team Is almost strangely lacking in the
teamwork stuff, and they remind you
which you probably know-that 1t Is the
teamwork thing that annexes games
along toward the finish of the race. when
the scrap becomes bitter and every man
is provided with a set of Argus eyes.
Eliminating the Boston outfit, then. the
bettors here dope 1t out as being be-
tween the Athletics and the Tigers, and
the partisans of those two teams are
about equally divided among the Ameri-
can League supporters in New York.
The commonest observation you hear
as to the battle between those two clubs
is that it's case of the Detroits, a team
composed of able but somewhat wearied
veterans-some of 'em pretty close to be-
ing all in-against the Athletics, bunch
of coming youngsters, not such good ball
players yet as the Tigers, but full of
pep and ginj and confidence and even
swelled heat. and beautifully managed
and conserved by one of the greatest in
side managers the game has ever known,
c. Macgillicuddy.
'Tis upon some such premises as these
that the fellows over with change that is
burning their fingers stick the stuff up
In the shape of wagers on this, that or
t'other team in the race.
Betting? Why, these glugs over here
have got to bet or perish from pure
ennuye. whatever that means.
Would you believe it, l saw man the
other day accept 10 to 1 that the Wash
ington club wouldn't lose more than a
hundred games this season, and he put
up his dust like little old manikin.
too, as if he thought he had chance to
draw down something when the season
closed!
Doesn't that gink deserve Carnegie
medal?
X X
Had a look at little Mister Hartman.
the railroad decillionaire. when he step
ped off the Kaiser Wilhelm II the other
day..
Little Mister Hartman, y'know, has
been f1ivving around at Carlsbad which
is one of those squarehead towns over
yon in Yermany, during the past some
few months or SO, trying to pick up some
health and meat to line his bones and
things.
But he looked as if he'd lost just as
much meat as he acknowledged having
lost at Carlsbad, and that's a lot for
Mister Hartman, who is only as large as
drink Of pale ale that has been boiled
down in man-o'-war tubular boiler.
Well, anyhow, the sight of Mister Har-
riman, all shrunk up hathaway, started
me to thinking about something.
j. Jeffries, you know, is now at Carls-
bad, and has been there for quite spell.
J. Jeffries is at Carlsbad to take the
"cure"-if you can get that in connection
with Boilermaker finland, mayhap, to
shed some meat in preparation to meeting
the dinge.
Anyhow, that's what Jim says he's at
Carlsbad for, and that's what the public
is supposed to believe that James is there
for.
Now. If Jim Jeffries will be able to shed
as much meat. in proportion to his bulk
and heftiness, as Mister Hartman did
at Carlsbad, why he ought to be able to
nudge back to this side fit to fight the
battle of his bright young life, without
any more training except nice little
kidney stew. a haircut, and maybe
stroll around the block with his wife on
the morning Of the fight.
That's how good the Carlsbad thing
looks to me-uh as a reducer from the
angle furnished by the renowned Mister
Hartman.
But y'never can tell.
Jeff may come back weighing 300, and
he looked like he weighed all of that be-
fore he-all went anyway from heah.
enough wise ones, tell me lately that JEFF
isn't going to care any more what he
weighs.
They mean by that that jeff, honest n
truly, you know, goilS, isn't ever going
to fight any more. and hasn't the remot-
est intention of so doing, and never did
have from the beginning of all this rum
pus, and SO there, now!
Oh, well, If those two big 'uns aren't
going to fight, we can always have lit
tie fun by taking an open car ride, can't
WEI