The Alaska citizen., 1912-08-26

one of the prizes of the season, and it was ny what the boys used to call bit of bull headed luck he has him. for early in the season it was the Peerless ones intention 10 send him back to the minors, but the National commission wouldn't let him go
 Lavender. by the way. is another product of Georgia. and is really more entitled to be called the Geo. gia peach than Ty Cobb. for he comes from the very town where sam Rumph originated the Elberta. the peach that made Georgia fam ous. With trio like Cobb. Ruck ar and Lavender. Georgia can hold up her head in any sort of baseball company
 One thing for which the season of 1912 will be famous in baseball history will be the number of home runs which have been made. Head ed by Heinie Zimmerman, the demon plumber. the big stickers of both leagues are lining out the four bases with curious regularity. It is doubtful if any previous season can either show as many home runs or as many men making them.
 Big Tim Sullivan saw the English Derby this year, but says he didn't bet on the American colt Sweeper II. It wasn't so very many years that he had lost s125, ,OOO on sin gle season on the New York tracks He was a reckless player in those days. falling for all kinds of tips and at the same time never seeing his horses run. It was his custom to sit in the grand stand without field glasses, asking his friends to tell him how the races were being run. Invariably when he put down big bet he lost, so that he used to leave the track in ruffled spirits Yet he was liberal to a fault One day a poor owner approached Big Tim and told him he had a horse in a certain race that would surely win at 15 to 1. He asked Sulli van to bet on him.
 All right, I will" replied Tim, with a smile.
 Will you bet s1O0 for me-" asked the poor owner.
 "Certainly!" was the quick re sponse, Then the poor owner walk ed away in high glee, the big fel- low got a tip that the favorite would win.
 Bet s2,000 on the favorite," he ordered and his commissioner got the money down at to ,.
 The poor owners horse galloped home in triumph and quickly the man rushed up to Sullivan, exclaim ing.
 T told you so, Senator! Did you bet for me?'
 Sure I did." said Sullivan. Then turning to his commissioner he told him to hand the poor owner $1,500 As the later hurried away aglow with excitement the big fellow re- marked:
 II wish I'd taken his tip. If I'd told him I didn't bet on his nag he'd have died!"
 MINNEAPOLIS, Minn., July 2S.- For years George Edward Waddell has been the most prolific subject overWorked spacewriters have had in baseball. When news was dull, when the high sports in sports came not, when things were running in a groove, George Edward alias Rube. was always good for a column. He was the one subject that never grew tiresome, the one player who was always sure to be engineering some demonical stunt to smash the peace of mind of his manager. Rube was popular, famous, great He was always the leader of the "lt-Is-to- Laugh" club.
 But times have changed. We have all written the comic side of the CT ratio Rube's history, recounted in detail his original manner of ex- tracting every atom of enjoyment from life's grind.
 Now comes the pathetic side. Could we but write the pathos surrounding Rube Waddell today as we wrote of the merriment in his earlier career the tale might be worth the while. sory.
 Rube Waddell is down and out It's tough to be broke-and we wonder if Rube faces the world with the same old smile he wore in his halcyon days. It's right to assume he does, for Tuesday he jumped from a sick bed and attempted to win a game for his club. He's with Minneapolis now, in the minors. For seven innings he was the same old Ruha Whitfield sayau nf tho firSt