The comet. (Johnson City, Tenn.) 1884-1916, 1911-08-10
SOLDIERS TAKE TWO
FROM KNOXVILLE

The Appalachian League artists are
still pulling off the elite vaudeville on
the home stage. A sort of historical
resume shows that two of the three
games with Knoxville were real con-
tests, while the opening act on Monday
was kind of little-boy -and-his- papa
episode. OF course those things do
happen, even in high-class professional
leagues such as ours. Along in the
final chapters of this historical sketch
you will find list of the scores of the
three games.
Chapter two. OF course we should
have started off this sketch with a
proper preamble, something like
"When in the course of human
events" but then we happened to re-
member that good ball-players are not
exactly human, hence we desisted.
Yes, sir, the unusual physical make
up, clean outdoor life, and genial per-
sonality of these athletes, puts them in
class different from the hollow-chest-
ed pen-shever or the pot-bellied con-
sumner of cigars. We don't like to gloat
over the injury to our fellow-man, but
1t seems that that rib sustained by one
Sourry was the very thing for that
gent, as the rest seemed to give him a
chance to figure just where to poke the
pill when he faced the fellow that does
the twisting Notice how Scurry has
been lamming everything from pop
fouls to double-home runs. And how
about that fellow Bremerhoff? Hard
to hit and hard hitter both. Unusu-
al combination, but he's hit, and then
some. Can't down that little what's
his-name-oh, yes, Pshaw; l mean
Shaw. had to stop and swear few
verses to remember his name. Still
roosting near the top round of the bat
ting list, and keeps on adding plumber
ing sacks to his swag bag. And Dave
Dave Taylor, that is. Amt he con-
sistent? Yes, likewise ugh-huh. Some
body said the other day that Dave was
blame good baritone singer for male
quartette. Now, the technical name for
baritone is "second bass" That just
suits Dave right down to the ground,
and he frequently remembers it when
handling the soundwormy chestnut,
or No. 2 poplar. A short stubby ath-
lete by the name of Dubbs is made of
the kind of timber that wins games.
Never saw fellow that played wher-
ever the ball was, no matter nothing.
Don't let us forget Alexander the
Great, alias Aleck. Aleck is so big
that home-run to him is about like a
bunt to an ordinary sized human,
hence the therefore of all this thusness.
AIeck is what broke up that second
game. And the pitchers? Yep. Gee,
what a gang; likewise Haw, what q |
bunch. Beginning with the Honora-
Bile -Major--Colonel- -General--AdjutantI
Edward Horatio Garner, right through |
a list of curvists that can make the |
scenery resemble an electric storm
without q cloud. Glance at this roll |
of honor, and then tremble: Garner,
Bremerhoff, Lee, Kelly, Herrell-good |
gosh. Let us not forget good big fat |
Burton, he of the mighty swing; also
handsome Steve, sometimes known as
Mr.. Moran, the most graceful and &C.
curate first. baseman this side OF way
up yonder, and Furthermore, more re-
cent acquisitions, Messrs. Hayes, Pitts
and Landgraff, stars of the first mag
nitude. Now, this is not deal in at
mosphere like unto Broadway in July,
it's mighty nigh the fact; and with a
bunch of such timber, there is yet time
to climb the pole and fetch down the
rag. Why not? Those mountain boys
over in Tarheelville are on top by some
margin, but that don't make no never
mind. We amt beat yet.
So far this week the results have
been like this: Monday, Soldiers IL,
Knoxville blank, minus the square
root of zero, plus nothing, which equals
one boiled goose egg. Masked battery
for J. G., Bremerhoff and Taylor; for
Knox, Cullop, Reid and Meyers.
Tuesday, Soldiers A, Knoxville 3.
Artillery for us, Kelly and Taylor; for
the other fellows, Wilson and Meyers.
Wednesday, Knoxville 6, our bunch
s. Sorry, couldn't help it, even if
Flournoy did try to assault with UNI
pire by throwing bat at him. Ma
chine guns for the visitors, Davis and
Meyers; our sharp-shooters, Herrell ;
and Lee, and Taylor.
That's all. But, wait.