Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-08-15

needed was chance-and SO on and
so OH
You've had that kind of south breeze
tossed at you by these oilerine boys.
And you've been conscious. right while
it was being spread on, that the spread
ers We're greasng You along, haven't
you?
But. all the samee. you liked it, didn't
YOU? Liked that particular article OF
paste. even knowing perfectly well that
1t WAS paste?
You betcha
The ball player knows when he's be-
ing sort of kidded along by manager
who's charter member of the Oilmen' s
Association. But he likes it and he
falls for it.
Take, for example. the Tigers before
Hughey Jennings swung along and took
d hold of EN-.
They were just the same Tigers when
II Armour had 'em as they are now.
The team has hardly been changed at
all
But. when BIZ Armour was managing
EN-. they were one of those nearly ball
clubs.
They were almosts.
They never delivered for Armour the
big stuff that they had concealed about
their ball-playing persons.
Way?
Well. that easy. 1t isn't any knock for
Bill Armour, either.
But Bill. he was diffident. reserved.
heaNE-hea rted sort of person, devoid
OF sense of humor. unimaginative, and
unskilled in dgging down under the
human pet and finding out what lived
and breathed there.
Bill, he didn't have NO OIL.
Bill. he Figured that results only was
what he needed, but he didn't know how
to go after results.
Bill he wouldn't have known can o
paste if it rolled up to him on a board
walk and tried to shake hands with him.
Consequently, he never got close to
his ball club, He strung along on that
show-ne system, allied to the hands-off
plan and the result was that most of
the Tigers, in the sleeping car. were in
the ha bit of eyeing him out of the south
western corner OF their lamps and say
ing TO themselves-and not infrequently
to each other-that Bill was an Eskimo
frost.
Such being the case, the Tigers didn' t
liam Armour. They were just as good
then they are now; comprised the same
wonderful folks, including Ty Cobb for
season., and Wahoo Sam Crawford and
Matty Mcintyre, and Germany Schaefer.
and Charlie OLeary and that swell mob
O. glugs but they weren't en- rapport ito
swing one in on YOU with their manager.
and they just dubbed along, keeping
their WlckS on InelT OWN averages. out
letting the team work thing slide for
Hogan.
When one of the Tigers, in Armour S
day. fell temporarily into trough and
began to boot it around, Bill just nachully
couldn't help but scoWl where he sat on
the bench. Couldn't just help it. The
booting thing rked and perturbed and
chagrined Armour and SO he just had
to wrinkle up his map and look blue and
sad and mad and things over it.
hn hot f1An
bootist would get sore underneath his
ribs because allowances weren't made
for his little slump-down, and so he for
get TO care a durn whether he booted EN-
again or not, and there you are.
Then Hughey Zephyfed along-and oh !!
SO VARY different.
Jennings, without ever losing his COM
mand control. got right next to the
nner cuiicle of his hired men. He pal-ed
with EN-. chummed along with EN- found
out what was bitin EN- If they looked A
little OH the srump side, fixed up the oc-
casion of their crabbiness and made his
men his particular study.
And when Tiger. under Jennings. be-
gan to put the ball in his pocket or TO
give il a kick with the toe of his brogan
or TO stand and let the pill hit him on
the top of the head-what did Jennings
do?
Scowl. Pull at his lip and look gloomy"
pillar and sigh heavily and all like that?
The big NIX. Hughey just grinned, kind
o., and when the bootins boy came back
to the bench Hughey, he sort o. rested
his large red hand on the bootist's Shout
der and dshed Out little paste.
Queer to YOU pull a number like
that son." Hughey would say, and still
says. in essence TO the bootist. 'Ha, ha.
It's laugh, that's what it is But, gosh.
we're not machines. none of u.s. We
can't ming along hitting the high pla.or
only all the time. Gotta have a little
caye-in once i'll while. Hey. boy, take
that mourny look off yoCr face. Nothing
10 mourn about. What's the diff: To-
morrow's another day. Ha, ha
You look like you'd lost your grand
mother Don't worry. Teller. S all right.
Everything's all right. You got it on EN-
forty ways.
And when the bootist gets handled that
way after making hash o. it isn't it
human that he's going to more than pick
ND his moccasins and dust around i'm the
big young endeavor TO hand out the best
he's got in him from that time on?
That's Gilman Hughey's system. You've
seen. the last three years. how he's got
away with II.
Connie Mack's system. too.
Connie isn't one of these loquacious,
vociferous ginks but he has got one of
those winning smiles. and he isn't stingy
with those smiles when he has his PLAYERS
grouped around him on the bench. either.
Connie Mack never hollered at a booting
ball player i'm his life; never even reproved
one of 'em. never dreamed of telling
ball player that he'd have to behav We that
booting stuff or b. jinks he'd tie tin to
him and all that stuff.
You could no more figure Connie Mack
pulling that kind of stuff than you could
figure him trying to bite some little girls
arm off.
None He's the quiet stringbcan and