The Southern herald., 1911-06-02
RECTOR WAS A FAN
HEARD THE SCORE AND CALLED
FOR LONG METER Dox-
oLoGY.
EVEN BISHOP FoRsAVE HIM
Eehe el Great Struggle Between Cubs
and White Sex-hew Zwillln0
Dieted to Reduce Hls Weight
Most Freaklsh Catch.
BY HUGH S. FULLERTON.

BY HUGH $. FULLERTON
This is a story which is perfectly
proper to tell. because one OF the
bishops of the Protestant Episcopal
church laughed until tears rolled down
his cheeks over It and forgaye the
rector concerned. The rector Is In
charge of a prominent Chicago church,
and It so happened that he is and al
ways will be a White Sox fan.
In the vestry are two more White
Sox fans, who shall be called Smith
and Brown, because they would never
forgive the use OF their real names.
The story concerns the time that the
Chicago Cubs, representing the Ma
tional league, and the White Sox'
champions of the American league,
met to decide the worlds champion
ship.
There was civil war in Chicago that
fall. The series divided families and
caused neighborhood riots. Friends of
a lifetime ceased to speak and good
citizens blackened each others eyes
In the street because, foorsooth, one
thought the Cubs would win and the
other picked the White Sox.
The rector and the two vestrymen
had box at all the games during the
week-but, alas for them, the final
game of the wild and exciting series
fell on Sunday and, worse than that
on a Sunday. for which the rector had
announced special matin services
But for the special services, Smith
and Brown might have compromised
their consciences and seen the game.
but knowing the rector would note
any absence on their part. they duti'
fully attended their church duties.
The special service was two-thirds
over when Brown was unable to stand
1t any longer With intensely solemn
face he arose. tiptoed down the aisle
/ and made quiet exit. Once outside,
! he dashed madly across the street to
T. the drug store and reached tele-
. phone A few moments later he re-
/. entered church. His face was
/, wreathed with beatlfic smile and, as
!. he carefully parted his coat tails and
resumed his seat, his chest overhung
. his body like a bay window, and the
:. absolute contentment of his smiling
! countenance was only to be riValed
by calf chewing dish rag.
Brother Smiths pew was directly
across the aisle. He was twitchine
with suppressed anxiety, and seeing
Browns face, he could contain him
self no longer, but stretched his neck
across the aisle and whispered:
who won?"
His whisper was audible to half the
church and the rector paused in hii
| discourse.
| The Sox," replied Brother Brown
| his smile spreading, and his eXultan
| whisper penetrating even the choil
| loft.
| For an instant the rector was dazed
A murmur ran through the church
Then the little rector regalned hi
eomposure, and said, calmly
| And now that Brother Brown ha
told us who won, he might tell us tn,
score"
i Brown did not hesitate. Swelllnl
Y his chest further he proclaimed
Eight to three"
| A litter ran over the congregation
as the rector, without raising his eyes
10 said:
y I'VE will now sing the long mete
s. doxology three times"
Little Alexander" Zwilllng, chert
| Oic looking (not acting) outflelder G
| the Chicago White sox, is a native G
> Battle Creek, Mich. He probabl
Ot could make more money travelling a
% an advertisement for the health food
o Of that place than he ever will Q
. baseball. He looks like the pictur
8 Of Mellins food babies. and is &
- plump and angelic appearing that tn
O. pitchers hate to strike him out. Bl
:, Manager Hugh Duffy decided Zwillln
- was too plump. One afternoon Littl
" Alexander was thrown out at first O
- an inf1eld bounder which Duffy though
he ought to have beaten to first, an
he called the cherub.
- Here, zwilling," he remarks
~ you're too fat Get some Of ths
- weight of and you'll go faster"
~ "Yes, l within dieting now" r
marked Zwilling.
Two weeks passed and ZwilliT
looked plumper than ever
A You'll have to take some of tn;
- weight off, or I'll send you back to II
~ minor leagues" cautioned Duffy.
% I'm dieting to take It on" respon
:. ed zwilllng.
- What are you taking?' asks
y = Trainer Buckner, who had not be-
consulted In the matter
I'm taking nearly pint of oil