The Birmingham age-herald., 1909-10-10

terday. It had shrunk some. After got into it, I looked like I was wearing a string tie. The little fellow that we used to see in the street car ads. whose mother didn't use Woolly soap, would have looked positively overdressed alongside of me. Yes, sir, it's about time, as the poet says, for the short and simple f1annels of the poor, but what directed your massive intellect to the fact that falls coming, if l may ask? ?"
 Well, it's a sure sign of fall when baseball ends and football starts in, , said the House Detective.
 Quite so, it is,' said the Hotel Clerk. "Since you mention it, have been noticing a few errant lines here and there on the subject of football. Nothing to speak of. of course-mere- ly few columns to the page and few full length pictures showing promis- ing young full backs that measures AS inches across the chest and nearly an inch and three quarters across the brow. But naturally that's not @ cir constance to what they'll be printing few weeks from now when the Knights of the Pigskin and the Grid iron. or the Pig Iron and the Grid skin, as some would say, are really be- ginning to shine. From Halloween to Thanksgiving Day there'l be mighty little chance of FriGnd Bill Taft grab ping off the top of the column. Of course if his son, Charley, ever makes the varsity team, he'll have chance. He'll be mentioned occasionally in the New Haven dispatches as W. H. Taft. the father of a hero; but that's quite some time off yet. Only today I was reading an interview on the sporting page with Bull Slaughter the famous coach. From his pictures I would say he was more a moving van than a coach, but that's what they called him. Maybe they meant funeral coach. Well, anyway, MT. Slaughter, the hu- man tallyho, says Chi Ii Is making good in the track squad at Cambridge and may go in for football"
 At the mention of this candidate for football honors. the House Detective gave a perceptible start.
 "Wots his last name?" he asked5
 That's all the name there Is to him. said the Hotel Clerk Young MT. Chi Li the rising young athlete of dear old Harvard"
 He'd rise faster in the washin' busi- ness. I'm thinkin'," said the House De- tective ''Wot would Chink do with a football, If somebody so fur forgot him self to hand it to him? Take it back to
 
 of it for dinner?"
 "He would not" said the Hotel Clerk; mot this lad. He'd tuck said ball under his arm and go down the field uttering his class yell or a few choice words in his native tongue, it makes no difference which, because they both sound alike, anyhow. And if young Anglo-Saxon giant named Lars Larsen or Francis Xavier Horrigan got in his way, he q brush him aside with quick, petulant gesture and touch goal. In his own country, Larry, he's the hero of many a hard-fought field that's a blame sight medals and athletic honors and decora- tions and things that when he pins them all on his manly Chinese chest he looks like the cane rack at a county fair. He's related to Kuen Chi Kia, that's either a Greek letter society or Chinese gover- nor, I forget which, and when he was a student at Pei Yang university at Tien- sing and took part in the native sport known as cane rush. they used to follow him through the campus and take up the opposing young Tiensingers with a vacu- um cleaner.'
 q never heard of nothin' like it in my life," said the House Detective.
 T s'pose not" said the Hotel Clerk: that's why I'm telling you. Here we've been going along for a century Or so talking about the supremacy of the pure Anglo-Saxon in this country, and we are the purest Anglo-Saxon in the whole world, if you'll excuse little Irish blood and touch of Swede and some French and a feck of Italian, here and there. and quite a little sprinkling of the kind of Anglo -saxons that came originally from Jerusalem. but are not mostly la the