The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1912-03-04
SPORTING LIGHTS
YANNIGANs IN REVIEW.

Christmas jewelry in the good old
summer time, and looks as tough as
Mike Donlin playing Hamlet. He is
only 10 years old and this is his first
trip away from the old folks except
the times that he has played in the
cities of the coast league.
Gipc has the massive build that
makes him look like a chunk of the
Rockies, and Manager Mack says that
he was tipped to him as being a like
ly kid. who, once polished by expert
ence. would make a kohinoor on the
hurting knoll.
Gipe says that there is nothing in
pronouncing his name as Creep, nor
as Clip. as several OF his colleagues
have made a stab at the Californian's
monaker. =
Gipe says that ii is G-i-i-p-e, with
the Il" getting all the elasticity that
it needs.
Lewiston. Idaho and Charleston,
Wash. are as happy towards each
other as the pair of Kilkenny felines
that one reads about. There is IL river
that splits the pair in twain. and they
are rivals in everything that comes
down the boulevard of sports, or any
thing else for that matter,
Two years ago both had ball clubs,
and both had walloped the padding
out of everything around their COM
mon section. Finally the deadly rivals
fixed on three games to settle the
championship Of the bridge and Il few
other things.
The opening game, won by a choice
heads" at the right time, was play
ed at Charleston.
The latter bunch had a huge south
paw working as it's favorite, who look
ed like a fat IA rolled out into thin
slices.
The fans around the American
league know him as a pretty pert
piece of southpawing now, for his
name is Vean Gregg. He twirleth for
whose favorite author in the good old
summer time is the man who makes
up the box scores.
Lewiston a a native son product,
by heck. He was a tall Highlander
with a pair of shoulders that looked
like a packing case. He answered at
meals to the name of Allen Edward
Bonner. If he survives the man.
agerial axe the fans at Shibe park
Der of the Mackmen.
That first game was so hot hat it
started a prairie fire. 1t went
think like twelve innings when a boot
gave Bonner the losers end of the ar
gument and returned Vean a winner.
Charleston celebrated with an acre
Of red fire, and the only drug store
in town "a out of torches and II few
other things carly in the evening.
The next game, Of course, was pas
timed at Lewiston. Again it was
Gregg and Bonner. This was another
one of those Hadesian fracases. Bon
e let down Charleston with some
think like a measley hit, and he BEAT
the southpaw.
The third and final game has never
been played. The mayors of both
towns didn't want the voting lists
stripped, so they called off the decid-
ing melee, and in both towns the old
est inhabitants still wrangle as to the
superiority of Gregg and Bonner.
"sONE POOL SHARKS"
Laurels in placing the lone in the
side" rest between Lefty Russell and
"Mordecai' Brown. as the new nick
present.
Both arc pool experts of the variety
known in the delicate colloquiallism
Of the pastime as sharks" and both
can shoot them into the pockets like
a faker can hustle the little pea under
the three shells.
a championship match, ESQ points.
has already been arranged. and some
of the sportive young bushwllacke
are already spending their advance
money in making book on the out
come.