The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1912-06-13
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manded.
Think | have. Got one with sched-
ules Of twenty leagues in it-this note
book. What's the idea?"
is Jersey City playing at home to-
day?'
"Yes-playing Newark. Some fun
there. That's old Iron Man McGin-
nity's team
Good stuff. Well, how's this for a
supplement to our first idea, then; go
right out to the ball park, buy bleach
er seats, and mix in with the crowd.
It's hard, awfully hard, to locate any
body In a ball park, and the task would
be twice as hard for some foreigner,
who wouldn't even know how to fine.
his way around the stands. We want.
ed to Kill time In Jersey City till eve
ning-where could We kill 1t more
pie; sanity or more safely?"
Some of your Ideas. dear Ramon,
denote almost human Intelligence. IL
listens good to me. But, say-we are
just rolling into Jersey City now. Wait
a bit-shell slacken a little-NOWl"
The boys sprang from their chairs
n bolted down the aisle. An as
tonished negro tried TO intercept them
with a cry of Hold on boss-we amt
In de station yeti" but only received
a shoulder and an elbow as reward.
Solano unhesitatingly leaped, struck
on a gravelly spot, went to his knees,
and then shot forward on his palms.
Brockett swung off a shade more care
fully, landed fairly on his feet, and,
gained his balance.
ANY bones broken, Ramon?"
Nothing but a %suspender and my
pet pipe Little gravel in my knees
and hands. I'll bet they think We are
a pair OF escaped crooks, but they
can't back up the train. Hurry-let's
get a vigorous nov on!"
Twenty minutes later the messen.
gers of state were buried In n mass
Of bowling fans at the Jersey City
ball park, where ancient rivalries with
the Newark team were being settled.
They picked a position halfway from
the front of the bleachers, and the
p""h Va GU "t oiOAiiiu
formed q veil that would have baf-
fed a Nidocq and an X-ray to pierce
through. Here, safe from pursuit or
treachery, they gave themselves up to
their favorite delight, and enjoyed the
battle to their hearts content. Both,
OF course, We're absolutely non-par-
tisan when they entered the park
fhn trptth1no ne Manual ,nl Io..1v
City were nothing to them. Before the
game was half an inning old, however,
they had become rabid bugs" and
were abusing each other in the glori-
GUS fashion that only lovers Of the
game a know. Solano became an
ardent admirer of the Jersey City
club; Brockett allied himself with
Newark, and each cast virulent asper.
sion IN the others judgment, opinions
and personality.
Newark, to the intense delight of
Harry Brockett, drew ahead and won
out, while Solano, after declaring that
his friend was n base-born idiot, that
the umpires were a porch-climber and
a door-mat thief, respectively. and that
the Jersey City manager was solid
stone above the shoulders, Gained
down, smote a fat man two rows
ahead Of him with a bag of peanuts,
and looked innocently at the setting
western sun. Then the boys, vastly
refreshed and cheered by the after
Moons diversion, mingled with the
outgoing myriads. AS they poured
across the field In the ruck, they
crossed the track Of the Newark play
ers, bearing their bats triumphantly
away. A gray-sleeved arm reached
out from the group of victors and
caught Brockett by the shoulder. The
boy turned and looked into the grim,
weather-beaten face of Iron Man Joe
McGinnity.
you're young Brockett, the college
slugger. aren't your" growled the
Iron Man, in what he meant for an
amiable and c~onciliatory tone. "Uh
huh. | thought so. You see, son, l
don't often forget faces, specially when
they belong to kids who did what you
did to my pitching two years ago. l
rather expected you'd take up the
game when you left college"
Scores of curious fans were staring
at the Iron Man and the boys. The
grating voice OF Joe McGinnity car
ried a long distance, and If there vas
anyone within twenty yards who
hadn't heard him that person must
have been stone deaf from childhood.
Brockett, nervous and agitated at this
loud announcement of his name, yet
secretly pleased at the patronage Of
the great old warrior, flushed and
stammered, while Solano's eyes be-
spoke chagrin and apprehension.
Tell you something, B%rockett," the
Iron Man went on, Il know a ball
player when / see one, and if you want
to take up the game you don't havo
TO start with any Glass Il leagues. I'll
take you on tomorrow, IL you want.
Come see me in Newark during the
day, will you?"
Solano's eyes telegraphed a mes
sage, and Brockett understood. Speak
ing in q voice loud enough to be