The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-11-19
Frank Chance Had
 Great Vocabulary
 Says Ed ReuIbaCh
(sporting News.)

''You can talk about language" says Ed -Reulbach, the tall and mighty pitcher, "but when it comes down to purple oratory, garnished with all the frills and sparkIes, Frank Chance has few competitors. He can say things in a manner to make them sink in, and when he has fully expressed his opinions of you, you can't get over an impression that you have been drink ing from the tabasco bottle by mis- take for the cold tea
 "One pleasant day when we encoun- tered St. Louis, King Cole was told to go in and stop the Cardinals wh Q, at that time, were playing a good, ag- gressive game. I don't know what could have been the matter with the old King, but as soon as his arm be- gan swinging you could hear nothing but wood crashing and see nothing but dust around the bases. Chance stopped the proceedings and walked out to the King.
 t' See here, you long, lean, yellow, spawned grandson of a striped hyena,' roared Chance, what sort of per formance do you think this it? A run-around, a revolving carousal, or a one-ring circus? Get outa this, you unprintab1e child of a seasick gorilla, get outa this before kill you, and take it from me, you are the yellow est cur in the broad creat1on!' And the King departed, b1ubbering bitterly. Chance waved a hand and took up the burden.
 "I couldn't get 'em over. They didn't hit me, but I issued pass after pass, hit a man, and threw wild one that caroomed off the front of the stand. Again Chance stopped the game and walked across the inf1eld.
 "'You wild idiot of the Borneau jungles, you solid composition of ivory and imbeci1ity,' he screeched. T made a. serious error in what said to Cole. You are ten times yelIower, 20 times. incapable, pitiable and reptilian as he ever dared to be! Beat it, you human snake; beat it fast or I'll stamp your poisonous frame so deep in the sod that they'll find nothing but a grease spot and a fragment of concrete!' And, somehow or other, I concluded I wasn't wanted round there and went away.
 ''Lurid Lou Richie went to the slab and had a pass, wild pitch and an error immediately. Eight runs had scored, the bases were still packed. and not a man was out Chance threw the ball back to Richie after an intellectual try for a base-runner, and Richie tossed it up, juggling it with a wide grin and generally cIowning the act. For the third time, Chance stop ped the game and walked to the slab
 'You--. you hrecracker-brain- ed cross between a mongrel pup and a debauched buzzard,' he shrieked, T apologize to Cole and Reulbach! You are so much their moral and mental inferior that those two ochre-tinted dogs look like angels of sunshine when compared to such a thing as you! Now, you--' but Richie was 200 feet away and going rapidly.
 When the game ended Chance came into the club house, stopped in front of a mirror and addressed hir1l- self.
 You half-baked, pig-headed, bow legged, dPooling, add1e-brained, im- beetle jackass, he whooped, you are worse than Cole, Reulbach and Richie added together! The Lord gave them no sense at all, SO what kind of a thing must you be to hire such things as they?'
 And we softly stole forth, leaving him still telling himself his opinion Of his own character"