The Calumet news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 1907-1938, 1910-08-11
DAHLfN CAUSED
ANSON TROUBLE
GREAT SHORT STOP WAS MEANS
OF KEEPING MANAGER OF
CHICAGO CLUB OUT OF AT
LEAST ONE GAME

Old Uncle Arson had many a play
er who vexed his life and made his
managerial job an awful thing, but
never did he manage anybody who
was such thorn of discomfort as
Bill Dahlen. Bad Bill was never noisy
and never rowdish. He never disobey-
ed orders in an open or defiant style,
but he could do things from the time
the morning practice started till the
setting sun looked upon the ninth
inning, and do them i'm such manner
that the very heart OF the Old Man
grew heavy as lead within him.
What is said by members of the old
Chicago club to have been the climax
of the Anson- Dahlen episode came off
one pleasant morning in 1894. when
the Old Man, of course, tethered on
first base and Dahlen gamboling at
short. During the game on the prev
ious day, Dahlen had chucked a couple
to first way low, and the Old Man had
formed an idea that the shortstop's
ton. Accordingly he ordered SER
les of grounders to be batted to Dab
len and the latter was to keep on
throwing them till he had gagged the
range and location of first base with
out flaw.
of face, began to gather up the
grounders, and then chucked them
way short. The Old Man reached for
the pesky things and they bounded
up hitting him in the shins. He took
six or seven bumps i'm perfect pa
thence, inwardly sympathizing with
poor Dahlen's inability To throw. Then
a sound of chuckling from the as
sembled players reused his suspicion
and he spoke sharply to the German
inflelder.
Get those up, Dahlen!" he bel
lowed. you can do ii, and by Mike
you've got to do 1t before we quit the
groundsl"
Solemly Dahlen threw couple
across that the old Man dug out of
the dirt. Then he began firing them
on a sharper speed and shorter ira
jectory than before. These. when they
bounded, didn't hit the Old Man on
the shlns, but leaped high and smote
him on the wrists or breast, with
chuggy thump as of n man shifting
his fist upon a cheese. About n dozen
came over that way, and the Old Man
was covered with nice blue green dim
plies. At last Dahlen plugged one over
bound and hit Uncle in the chin.
The Old Man lay down his glove
and started across the infield. Dahlen
waited till he was 10 feet away and
then lit out for the club house. I'm
Gle, foaming and purple, charged after
him. He had as much chance to
catch Bill I'm n footrace as Satin has
to lead prayer meeting but he kept
right on Dahlen let him come within
two yards. then doubled i'm his tracks
and sprinted up the field. The Old Man
still pursued.
Dahlen opened little gate that led
into the grandstand and began climb
ing up the dows of seats. Arson fol-
lowed. roaring his rage and rciterating
his murderous intentions. Dahlen cir
cled the stand and climbed over among
the bleechers. Somewhat winded but
still game, the Old Man kept on the
trail. on and on they went, and time
passed fleetly.
Lunch hour arrived and still Bill
climbed squirrel-like among
the Orders, and still the winded, |
bot determined captain
chung upon the track. People began to
buy tickets and come into the ball !
On, while the early corners started |
boggle- at the chunky shortstop |
running up and down the aisles. while |
he maddened Arson numbered along |
behind.
The visiting team appeared and |
started practice while the Colts. re-
turning from lunch, began to toss the
,all. And still the mad chase continue
ID, although the Old Man was all, all
n.
The gong ran for play. Dahlcn,
till fresh and happy. climbed down
he front of the stand and ran to his
POSITION. The Old Man made one last
tamey effort to follow. reeled and
elapsed in GREATNESS huddle on the
tairs.
And George Becker played first
ase for the Chicago team that after
DON.