The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1909-05-01

flying the appetites of the crowd. It
staff. so far as honors went in the
boys world. A good many of the boys
didn't hustle the peanuts for the money
they made; it was more the glorious
opportunity of seeing every game for
nothing they valued
However. it meant to Patsy his very
existence, for it was through "Shorty's"
kindness that he was given a trial as
a peanut seller on the stands and also
that he found a home as we'll as a
job.
What home it was, OF course. it
was lonesome at night. but talk about
your castle on the hill, When Patsy
took possession of the Toulouse on the
bluff and looked down on the beauti-
full expanse of the green baseball field
beneath him-just imagine king COM
ing into his own and you'll know how
Patsy felt.
The workmen who built the fence
around the bluff left the small tool
house behind them. IT was only a
shanty, the space inside being roughly
partitioned off into two rooms. shorty
had seized upon the deserted shack
with the idea of converting it into a
storehouse, but Colonel GIennon re-
fused to let him have it removed in
side the grounds. saying he did not
want the place cluttered up Finally
he did allow Shorty to pull 1t down
and reconstruct it after fashion in
side the picket fence on the bluff.
Then Shorty extended his orfgfna
plan so as to provide for Patsy He
fixed up one room for Patsy; built him
a bunk and threw in some chairs and a
washstand, thus discharging what he
considered his duty toward the orphan
In giving him home. Shorty turned
the other room into cold storage es-
tablishment to be used on such occa-
sions when he found it necessary to lay
IN extra large supplies in anticipation
of the great holiday crowds.
Patsy more than succeeded in his
new job. He could sell more peanuts,
popcorn or lemonade than any three
other boys who worked for Shorty
He was a favorite with the fans and
the players, too. But there was one
person whom he held in the greatest
awe That was Colonel GIennon. So
did every one else under the old gentle
man, who was a sort of martinez. He
certainly kept them all on the jump
but aside from his afoofness he was
suspected of having a warm heart If
you could only find the right spot. Pat
sy used to stand by and hear him call
down" Shorty until the boys hot
Irish blood would boil at the epfthets
the angry old fellow would pile on little
shorty" who would meekly take it all.
And Patsy never could understand why
Shorty" didn't try to knock him down.
For there was no bigger fire eater, to
tell the truth, than the little refresh
ment man. But once when Patsy ex-
pressed his indignation he accidentally
learned why Shorty" never took Of
Tense
His bark is worse than his bite
said Shorty" We think I'll ever
forget how he took care of me and the
wife for swim months whin l was on
me back from bein' struck over the
timple wild hot liner that cum sailin'
into the stand one day2 The ould man
is as white as is livin' under all that
crouch of is
Sometimes when the team was play
ing a spell of poor ball. or on Monday,
which is always a poor attendance
day, Patsy would get off duty and re-
tire to his home on the bluff through
the little gate in the fence. This al
ways caused much anguish to the boys
and young fellows who hung around
outside the fences trying to peep in
through the knotholes
1t also caused him to dream beau
tifui. impossible dream, as he lolled
stretched out on the grassy biufftop
watching the game below.
Why can't ! be Colonel Giennon