The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1913-02-16

choked bit as he read them. 1t would have been no
disgrace If he had.
That week Monk Lawson got his answer
. No more baseball after this season." said Hogan.
IT g out Of the question:
Monk argued for three days, and then gave up in
despair.
The Ponies finished the league schedule at home and
Hogan pitched and the last game The club wound
up the year in blaze of glory and fifth place in the
percentages, They were actually heading the second
loyaly in many cellar finish cheered up and saw
visions OF better things
about in boyish gee celebrating the end OF the year
work. John J. Hogan, clad in a crash towel came in
the racket, found it, and lifted up his voice.
.,Boys,n said he I'm going to give a dinner to-
as care to come Won t be with you next season and
pr0bably won t sec you all together again
at each other and wondered 4 they had heard aPsSt
Hogan proposing to spend some money-and at the
sive place in the city, Hogan who hadn't bought
much round Of drinks all season long!
W p Hs s to SsTes SSsess you sF sad Hogan
There was nervou; movement Of the men on the
hand none cared to offer the direct insult Of open re-
"Forget it, Harry" he said ,'.The seasons over.
ike my surprise party wel put on the gloves and go
f0gT T11qds to dsGT9n SS s Are t 10
rot yop "sq 5e he said sHf Duhs H6 hs me
Then the tensG broke nan and the POnie, began 70 tall
place where they nick you so cents platter for soup
Why It you'd cost million dollars to feed this bunch
ffGet around there about seven said Hogan, as be
paused in the door fully dressed sAsk the doorman
for Hogans party, and he direct you to the right
After Hogan had gone there was an excited buzz of
conversation. Monk Lawson took hand in it.
ftYou fellows all away off - he said, "You re
barking up the wrong tree You can gamble that he g
ain doing this to set himself in good for next
It's something else could tell you something about
YOU but promised him wouidn IT, This Hogan is all
right and tn bet you II say so tonight after he pulls
sa4e that r OF rs RoT eve |Sa da it but
there or. you II miss something rich.'
The Ponies dEftfd % s from the clubhouse & discuss
they were all on hand at clock in private parlor
ao1 al 1Re on the fGf taH chairs M he
thickness of the carpet aed by the real lace curtains
and made miserable by the heavy elegance Of their
The old MisssslDpi river gambler the ONLY
which Dutch orendorf feared they would all be thrown
into the street-and said 50;
Hogan appeared made his apologies for being late,
and head waiter or some other great funetionary
uuet chamber Bush Hawlev, who in the and
started back and tFod heavily upon the head waiter
ftCIass!'' calculated Bush s'ClassI The national
commission never had swell a layout as this!''
Which was as far as Bush could go.
enough to that grudges were wiped out with the
SOUP tongues loosened bv the wine, which
on with the canvasback duck; and through it all
HOGAN sat smiling at the head OF the table giving
excellent imitation of man who really enjoyed spend
ing
Some of the Ponies looked at him coyertly every
time cork popned. and others attempted to estimate
the cost bv an addition of fves hut lost early in
the eveniro,
AT last Monk Lawson rapped on the table and stood
ftBo7s'' be said Fswe II drink a toast TO Johnnie
HOGAN, n grand ball player and good fellow! Oars
up'''
The Ponies stood no and drank Johnnie HOGAN in
arv+hinr Ihev fopnd handy. Bill Crap drank him in
coffee. Tt Handsome Harry's baritone which
started the rsua refrain;
'fFor hos Jolly Good Feow'
Hogan sat still at the head Of the table. turning the
stem Of bis wine glass between his fingers When ne
rose he greeted warmly, afectionately, cer-
taiply vociferousy.
f'i can It make speech, fcows'' he began, "but
I'm glad you all here tonight (You ain t got
thing on us!) / III not be with you next season.
(Forget it, kid Forget it! Sure you WILLY and this
oil EUery invalid 11oman is inUited TO con