Evening journal., 1910-11-26

seasoh fiease ASK Cassidy.
Because Kid Reeves isn't addressing
a crowd every night at Eighth and
Market streets on some best methods
of managing a baseball team, the town
thinks Kid has Joined the Has-beens.
Not so. The lad Will spring something
for the good of all before long.
It's down right shame the way
Fatty Green is smashing the duck
pins this year. The other night he
drove one of the pins through George
Pearce's alley end and off into Orange
street, damaging Harry Lang's hat in
the flight. and wouldn't pay for the
damage to the alley or TO the lid.
Charlie McGauchey is out of his ele-
ment now.Charlie, you know Is ground
keeper at Front and Union streets.
both in baseball and football season.
Now that the lid is down on the out
door sports. Charlie has nothing TO do
when not fighting fires, but sit in
front of the Union fire house relating
his experience with the white deer
that is supposed to have passed that
way several weeks ago.
No, Pete Oliver has not quit the
sporting game. You can't make a
has-been OF him. Just now Pete is
imparting his knowledge Of basket
ball TO the Y. M. G. A. boys and he
promises TO make as much of the
team this year as he did last year.
And that is saying more for Pete than
we can say while connecting him
with another line OF sporting en-
deavor.
Has It occurred TO you that we have
in this town THE White Mans
Hope?" We refer to ed. Casey, the
heavy weight boxer. and all-around
villa Nova athlete who has spared
with Jack OBrien, Choyinsh and a
few other big fellows Who have been
doilng much talking OF late. Ed is
not a talker. lie does things, and
Il may be that he will be doing more
things in the roped arena before long,
BY the way. you all ought to know
Casey. He is prince Of good fell
lows: a gentleman sport. as some
pink tea fellows would say. led is
instructor for the Imperial and de-
lights in making acquaintances. Grab
his hand tho next tine you think you
recognize him and You will get an
honest shake in return.
Perhaps you are one Of the forty
Ave football fans i'm this town who
has not heard how Charley Saylor and
Frank Traynor happened TO find grid
iron material I'm Sammy Snitcher. But
IA. H. 80.
say you must, of course, get acquaint-
ed with Snitch, provided you are not
already. To those of You who arc
not we viii say that Snitch is that
punched up handsome yiuth who has
had much fun this year beating up
padded youths whose Idea Of Satur-
day dress runs TO football rags. IL
you don't recognize him from this
description We will 90 into further de-
tails by describing him as the youth
whose hair Is so thick and long that
Chester drove him out after being
disguised with his cabhage-like ap-
pearance. Similar treatment may be
handed him here. later, perhaps. But
as to the story While Charley and
Frank we're sitting on the end of a
Pullman observation car on their way
10 Philadelphia one day last summer
they noticed fellow pushing F.,
b and W locomotive about the
Todd's Cut yard.
THAT fellow ought 10 make q great
football player" said Charley 10
Frank as the observation car carried
them on.
'Surei" said Frank 20 Charley.
Charley and Frank were on their
way home on the end Of another OBJ
servation car. (the same day. Of
course) and as they passed the rail-
road Yards for the second time they
saw the same fellow pushing the same
locomotive.
Charley and Frank put their heads
together again They learned that the
one man power In the railroad yard
was snitch and they promptly engag-
ed his at a high salary to knock men
out Of their football lineup. Ever
since Snitch has been doing that sort
of pleasant work while not holding
down a machinists Job at the cut, and
likes the diversion so we'll that he
was the only man who appeared for
every practice and regular game that
Orange mixed-up In this season.