Morris tribune., 1910-09-23

positively irritatin'. In the second,
likewise, neither side could make the
circuit.
"We got man to the first pillow the
next round on four wide ones. He
took second when the next up got
raped in the Stats with a swift in
shoot. The next two were easy outs,
an then, for the first time, 1 came to
bat.
"How that crowd begged an pleaded
for single. as l marched to the plate!
A hit then would have brought run
ner home-home to mother, not to men
ton mother-in-law, cousins, aunts,
sweethearts an several thousand IA
natical fans waitin' to greet him with
Outstretched arms-but didn't single.
GAS 1 stood there facin' the pitcher,
wonderin' if he could throw the ball
before 1 threw a spasm, heard va
r1ety of remarks handed me by the at
tentive mob behind me.
Line 'er out, Skinnyr Give us a
hit" roared the rooters. Then a voice
piped up from the bleachers, OF King
Cole himself.
essay, pitcher, don't you dare hit
that man! You'll cut the ball in two
If you dor This little playful bon mot
pulled an awful laugh from the crowd,
but it 'Queered' the king with me right
then an there.
''The pitcher grinned, wound up his
left wing an let 'er come. Honestly,
pal, when that ball was just leavin'
him it looked as big as a Hubbard
squash. When it Topped over the
plate l couldn't have seen it with a
pair of opera glasses.
'"The next ball shot toward me- 1t
made out at first as though it was
goin' to soak me in the solar plex
Then it changed it's mind an cavorted
merrtly across the middle of the pan
81 threw my bat at it, but I didn't
even tickle it. Say, bo, on the level, l
couldn't have stopped that ball with
screen door. You ought to have been
there just to hear what the crowd said
to me, with OF King Cole leadin' the
anvil chorus himself
81 had tried twice now with my eyes
open; the next time thought would
try with them shut. 1t worked better.
I swung hard about the time the
pitcher began to unfold, an l con-
nected with what the crowd thought
best to term 'bunt.' The ball wig
gled slowly off toward third, an l tip
tOed in the general direction of first,
hopin' to get there while their third
baseman wasn't lookin', but he caught
me by a city block.
$50 it rocked along till the sixth, an
neither side had looped the loop. In
the sixth we had a bunch of trouble
Little Duggan, who had been pitchin'
his very heart out an holdin' those
heavy sluggers so close they couldn't
draw a long breath. got to first, an
IN tryin' to steal second he slipped an
himself so that he had to
eaVe the game.
Another pitcher went in-oP Spar
icus himself!
"About that time their pitcher began
% be all in. too, an from then on it
vas sluggers' battle right They had
ne chasin' around left field till my
;Ongue hung out a foot an I'd quit
)reathin entirely.
''To hurry on to the tragedy. They |
,ame to bat in the first of the ninth |
With the score 4 to in our ia
7or. 1t seemed all over but takin' |
n the money. The rooters were happy |
Is larks, an OIL King Cole-well, he |
vas just brimmin' over with ecstasy
Their first two men went out on easy
nfeld hits. Then somethin' happened.
Sparticus blew up
'They jumped on him all Of a sud-
len an pounded him to the four cor
lers of the lot, an when the smoke
# battle had lifted somewhat the
'ases were full.
"a groan of agony went up from
he crowd when they saw the heaviest
after on the visitin' team comm to
at with a grin of fendish delight on
is face. He smashed out the first
all pitched. The great crowd swayed
n rose in despair as they followed
he course Of the ball. Then they sank
ack in their seats with sighs of soul
ul satisfaction. The ball would fall