Los Angeles herald., 1910-08-02
LITTLE HEN BERRY
SLIDES INTO TOWN
Once Mighty Leader of Baseball
Warriors Is Suffering from
Severe Strain
TALKS NOTHING BUT SNAKES
Angels Manager and John Brink
Bring Blush TO Ananias'
Cheek
TALKS NOTHING BUT SNAKES

Sinking along the alleys and byways
rived in our midst yesterday. With hat
pulled down over sunburned fore
head the little fellow, furtively glanc-
ing to right and left, darted into a
doorway on Spring street and heaved
a sigh of relief.
why, hello, Mr.. Berry," the waiter
exclaimed. "Ycu look as though the
purity squad had been slipping you
the third degree. What will you have?'
You're mistaken, young man. My
name is Mud, not Berry" was the ex-
tremely discourteous reply. Bring me
a little water, and then forget you
saw me-"
The advent of the stranger had been
reported It headquarters and two
slauths were detailed to run him down.
Accompanied by a representative of
the Before the War Evening Punk,
the minions of the law finally arrived
ON the scene, just as the object of
their search was indulging in his third
glass of milk.
Excuse us, Mr.. Berry" urged one
sleuth, while the pencil shower pre-
pared to take notes on WAS Jeff
Doped?" But are you leader of that
once great band of ball players known
as the Angels?"
The poor man was sorely pressed.
With the disciples of Nick Carter so
close on his trail he could do nothing
but answer in the affirmative. Shades
Of DIR. Crippen! Was there no rest for
the wicked?
"Well, it was just this way" came in
faltering tones from the little Hen
for it was he. '"They outlucked us all
the way In one game we played poor
ball, but the rest of the time Sac
ramento won by getting the bigger half
of the horseshoe"
And that was all there was to it.
The once proud w. Henry Berry, who
left our fair city two weeks ago with
it's honor in his keeping, returned
like a craven, ashamed to show his
face in the company of honest men.
In time he may live it down and re-
turn to a normal realization of what
the world holds in store for him, de-
clare the alienistS who have examined
him, but for years and years to come
the residents of Los Angeles will miss
that cherubiC smile that hitherto has
adorned the countenance of the once
mighty Hennery. He is a ruined man.
Six straight games lost to Sacramento,
the cellar champions, is more than HUI
man nature can endure.
But don't think for a minute our
little Hen IS not cheerful, so far as
outer appearances are concerned. He
was willing to discuss anything from
the open door to Tex Richards entry
into the moving picture field, and as
last resort had a grand snake story
to tell.
"Didia read about that big snake
they caught up in Montana the other
day?" was the way Hennery led away
from the painful baseball subject.
"Well. it was eighteen feet around
and eighteen inches long, and I'm
getting up a party to go and get some
Just like it," and here John Brink
broke into the party and Hen was
forced to tie his noise up.
Brink was another "didja." His con-
tribution was that old gag they feed
the "tenderfoots" about the roadrun-
ner corraling a rattlesnake with cac-
tus and then forcing the rattler into
such frenzy it turns around and
bites itself. Both John and Hen got
away with it and finally Frank Kel-
lar constituted himself q guardian of
one and led Berry away.
Go around and mention Sacramento
and six straight and see how quickly
Hen reverts to that all absorbing sub
ject of snakes. He firmly declares the
reptile chasers will be on their way
next week.