Evening star., 1909-08-29
NEW YORK PEOPLE
LIKE TO Be FOOLED
CuIIenesque Letter on the
Wise GinkS of the Little
Old Town.
By Clarence L. Cullen.


Special Correspondence OF The Star.
NEW YORK. August %, 1909.
Don't they put the hot ones over on the
dear old pinheaded public. though?
And don't the good folks who dig up
the kale at the gate swallow, alive, the
old bunk bait that is dished out by the
cheerful workers?
Talking of which, I saw Mike Donlin
the other day.
Member that big uproar and heave-ho,
a few brief weeks ago, when the former
star outielder of the Giants mooched
back to New York, and it was announced
first that McGraw had again signed him.
and, second. with still greater rataplan
of musketry and flourish of trumpets,
that the Philadelphia Nationals had cop
ped the mighty Mike for their manager?
Well the good folks interested in base
ball did eat that stuff up of sureliness.
Took 1t all as the honest-Injun back-and-
forth dickering dope for the services oil
a former great base ball player, and
manifested their interest keenly at every
stage of the proceedings.
Forgetting. of course that Mister Dom
lin has been in the vode-veel business
ever since he Cancelled his diamond ap-
pearances. and that he has been snag-
ging down something like fifteen hundred
metallic men per week for his vode-veel
stuff in connection and conjunction with
his clever and agreeable little spouse
Mabel Hite.
Great press agent stuff, it must be
given to 'em. all of that furry-wli-ry
stuff about Mike just a little while ago.
Great. for the first and excellent reason
that Mike couldn't play base ball this
year. get within ten thousand miles of
playing it, if somebody offered him all
of the wealth of Ormus and Ind to play
the game.
AS l say, I saw Mike very recently.
I don't know what ails the agreeable
chap. Whatever ails him. I certainly
am mighty sorry. But ii he weighs
two pounds more than 13S I'll eat
new straw hat that I've just stakcd
myself to to replace the burnt out
looking lid that I had to discard. Mike,
when he was playing ball, weighed .
good 175. If not better than that, and
every ounce of it was bone and muscle
and good knock-the- stuffin' -out-of 1t
cartilage. Now, as l say. he's down to
something like 135 or 1873 and looks so
far from we'll that l felt sorry for him
while looking at him.
All of which being the case, why
should there have been any decent or
reasonable necessity to bunk the pub
forthcoming temperance in some kind
of base ball uniform a few weeks
back?
Vaudeville is vaudeville but the pub
lie is the public. and, even more par
ticularly than all that, the base ball
fans are the base ball fans. Do the
gate diggers deserve anything? Is any
thing but the old No. Z hunk ever COM
ing to them? Do the supporters of the
big old game merit being dished out
the raw truth just once in a while?
/ wot. Worse than that, / wot wottcr
and wottest The time is going to come
when the old bunk will never go down
with the coin puShers at the gate at
oil T4fTc
believing nothing whatever that we
hear and burned little that we see!
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These dead-wise, receding- -chinned
skeptic persons who know as much
about the reverend and honorable game
of base ball as do about the ritual of
the Chinese Masons have been having a
nice little time with and for themselves
in N'Yawk this week
The Giants, y'see, have been playing
some ball games with the team from
Smudgeville
Well. the barbs, cracks, innuendoes,
knocks and wallops of the skeptic ginks.
who talk about base ball being one of
those little hippodrome games and such
like. have all centered and focused around
these games between the McGrawites and
the DreyfuSiteS.
Some of them, y'see, maintain that, the
hull thing being hippodrome, wy, Nc
Graw. o course. hates and despises the
chicago Cubs because they grabbed the
pennant from the Giants last year when
both were right down at the tapesky: and
therefore McGraw is breaking his neck
and 1eopardizing all of his blood vessels
Trying 10 nand over all the games he can
TO the Pittsburgs, so that the latter'll
beat the Cubs out for the large young
rag.
The other buncherino of wisdom-pack-
ers. knowing, OF course, all about it, and
then some additional some maintain that
also the game being only a large hippo
drome thing, devised and designed and
maintained for the sole purpose OF get
ting the cusherino for it's promoters
maintain that Mister McGraw. hating tho
Pittsburgs still more furiously than he
does the team headed by Frank Chance
on account of the rough stuff that used
invariably to be feature OF the games
between the New Yorks and Pittsburgs.
is all but giving himself dropsy and float
ing kidney and all the rest of the dis
eased program In his effort to WALTON the
Plttsourgs SO that the hated Cubs
snail have the better chance to nail the
bunting to their little Windy city pole.
All of which, Washington gentlemen all
who scan these few lines, is, as Won of
course know perfectly well, the veriest
Nobody in this big game Of hall ain,
a-tosstn nobody nuthin'
IL isn't one of those tossin' games.
Too much Is involved in the various in
terests concerned to permit of that tossin'
number. even IL anybody mingled up with
the game ever thought of such a thing
winch, or course, nobody never did, not
none. ~
But the kinkerinos with no cbins wort,,
mentioning and with that vapid, vacuous
collection of words in their system about
tne ball thing being the merest hfppo-
uromf. young feiler. go right on, from
year to year. emitting their poor little
show you how it is stuff, and nobody
ever pays much attention to them except
10 Just laff and laff; and the only reason
correspondence is because they've been
unusual busy, this week Of the games
between the Giants and the Pirates, in
sending their cute little suspicious letters
10 such of the New York newspapers as
still consent to print that kind of piff1e
At that I reckon dignity 'em by even
mentioning 'em. The proper policy would
be to let 'em rave!
Some gorgeous old gambling is going
on over here among the hfgh-swing-
ers as to whether the Tigers or the Ath-
letics will achieve the big gonfalon.
l saw one bet of $1,000. at odds not
given out. made at the Cadillac one even
ing last week that the Detroits would
cop. The singular feature in connection
with this bet was that the man who stuck
up his bundle of dust on the DetroitS is
Philadelphia man, or, at any rate used
TO be a Quaker. But he's a man who.
having been booking on a good many
race tracks for a good many years, es-
chews all sentimental considerations what
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