Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-12-25
Saws What He Thinks.


Says What He Thinks.
But he is not afraid to call his men
down Let them do anything wrong and
they will hear about it. McGraw does
not take a roundabout method to deliver
his opinion of ball player. He tells
him to his face, but that is all there is
to 1t.
against New York player within Nc.
Graw's hearing That will be the signal
for q. fight. And McGraw will fight
Though no bigger than minute, he
don't know what fear is.
"One day as walked into the Polo
Grounds three flashily dressed guys were
sitting In a box. There goes the eleven.
thousand-dollar lemon one Of them said
as passed. l let it go unnoticed.
Then 1. stepped out on the field and
started hitting grounders to the infield-
ers The same party continued his re-
marks. / called the bat boy and told
him to see which one of the three made
the remarks. He picked him out.
Getting Even.
box. This fellow was leaning over the
edge. 1 took hold of his nose-ft was
one about a half foot long-and twisted
it until he yelled murder.
"A few minutes later McGraw passed
the box. 'McGraw,' said the grieved
suit SPECTATORS NO. answered Nc
Graw. What's the matter? Well, that
fellow Marauardt struck me- was the
answer. What did you do?' said Nc
Graw. L just told him he was a lemon.
"Then the wild Irish went up. You
low-down, cheap-skated loafer. yelled
McGraw. If you ever open your face
t. r1r cat ant
fast you'll think the place is burning
There was no more trouble from him.
"Another example of McGraw's loyalty
to his players was shown on the Polo
Grounds one day when Drucke was pitch
ing. The opposition was walloping him
all over the lot.
when he came to the bench about the
third inning McGraw was sore. You
couldn't break a piece of glass with a
BRICK said Johnny. What's the matter.
don't you know what those fellows can
hit? Why don't you ask me? There you
have been putting them low and every
man who went to bat in that inning likes
the low ones
while this was going on an interested
of the players bench. Just as he fin
ished McGraw glanced up and caught his
eye.'
Like a flash he jumped up. Get out of
there. you squint-eyed. pig-eared stiff.
THAT fellow just faded away. He hiked
to the top of the stand just as fast as he
could get there.
Nothing bothers McGraw more than
an abusive fan.
lone day last season the Giants were
playing q double-header in Cincinnati.
I'm q box were two well dressed fell
lows with their young lady friends. The
boxes there are about seven feet from
the ground.
LAS McGraw passed the aforementioned
box. one of the male members. desiring
to make an impression OH his friends.
leaned over the side and shouted:
the pack of bums?'
"McGraw was white. He stopped,
turned around and walked back.
I'm gentleman he said. but If the
ladies will retire for moment l viii tell
mildly. you're a low drunken loafer'
There was not another sound from
that box that day."
Marquardt has q fund of stories about
the wild and woody Bugs" Raymond.
Bugs is the ''Rube'' waddell of the
Nasicnsl n League and peculiarly peculiar Bugs
when it comes to pitching schooners
Bugs has every other base ball player
on the globe left at the post. Waddell
of course, ranks second.
'It takes a barrel full Of suds to get
Bugs in shape. Last year in the game
at Pittsburg Bugs held the Pirates to
two hits in thirteen innings. He had
such a load when he started that he was
scarcely able to walk straight.
''One day he was sent to the box against
the Cubs, in New York They almost
knocked the cover of the ball.
What's the matter asked McGraw
after an inning in which several of the
Giants were almost killed by lodging
hard drives.
CT only had twelve drinks before
came to the park said Bugs I can't
pitch when I am SO thirsty.
Bugs got so unruiy that the Giant
management finally provided a keeper
for him. This fellow was a typical
Bowery tough. six feet four inches tall
and weighing close to 300 pounds.
Fighting was his speciality. Any sug-
gestion to him to put on the gloves or
to fight met with the answer. With
Raymond was always broke. but