The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1913-04-17
Now, Altogether: Who Won? ?

"Among the soldiers on the bencl
l saw your son, Mr.. Van Santwood
saw your son, Mr., Haven Smythe
and yours, Mr.. Hannibal. saw the
sons of half dozen more of yor
gentlemen who sit about this table
Men and women were shrieking ano
bowling; yeritable pandemonium
Pprevailed 1t was fearfully hot, but
these people, who were manifestly of
| the coal mining country, did not mind
the heat. Finally, big one-eyed
man, whom | recognized from his pic
lures as McGonigle, the infamous
strike leader, advanced To the middle
of the field and raised his hand, an
act which brought instant silence.
Then he roared: Ladies and gentle
men, the batteries for today will be
for the City Troop, Reginald VanSant-
wood and Harold Haven-Smythe; for
the All-Districts, Pietro HulanIski and
Mike Flaherty-play ballv
"And, as | am sitting here, gentle
men, your sons proceeded to engage
in a game of baseball with those coal
miners-a game which was charac-
terized by such excitement as | have
not seen since '88, when our team
whipped Hale-you'll remember the
Mr.. Van Santwood; / |
recall that you played for Hale-and
you, Mr.. Hannibal, if | mistake not
Reginald Van Santwood stood in the |
center of the diamond, the baseball |
81, al,
Before my eyes crouched Harry Ha-
fine young fellow, too
masked and padded, and smacking
lis fist into his glove as he cried:
Come on, Sanity; let's get al these
ellowsp
"And this, if you please, was first
lieutenant speaking to his captainl
Down along third base line, Second
lieutenant Morgan de Courcey was
making brief runs back and forth
alling:
"Make 'em hit, old top; make 'em ,
it,
Charging around second base was :
rivate James Hannibal, shrieking to ;
is superior officer: Z
Nice pegging, kid; nice peggingp =
Reggie Van Santwood used a j
ow curve ball that had the miners j
-eaking their backs; but long, =
se-jointed Italian who stabbed for !
e coal diggers was there with a a a
nth wing that smoked 'em over so 6,
st that our boys were also swinging
i'd Once in a while they would
meet, and lam that ball against the
nee, but fast fielding kept them -
ON scoring. E
at was a grand game; it was posi- -,
'ely peach of a game! The miners c.
d Mexican second baseman, and ~
Iieve me, he was a speed narvell -,
covered world of territory, and ~
d whip that would set the big ~
que afire. Our boys did some swell -
ding, too, if anybody asks you j..
rbert Rensselaer,, who played first, -
a pippin, and-I beg your pardon, ~
1tlemen-I beg your pardon; fear 49,
It | have depressed" ~
The adjutant general was back w
iin in the directors room. ~
But this is not the worst of it 81 81
no means the worst. Between - -
ings my companions looked over ~. .u'
crowd, manifestly delighted. , ln'
There's a good twelve hundred nj nj
ars here he said. 'That'1l run JJl pr
total series away up, to say moth "a.
of what the other games brought. IN
A faint light dawned upon me. De'
Who gets this money!" l asked. O. :
e winners?" w
Winners, nothingv the man said
use soldiers wouldn't take a cent.
receipts go into the strikers ben
fund. How do you suppose this
re has been running, anyway
And, now, gentlemen, of course |
have to recall the City Troop"
inued the adjutant general "To
your mines working on winter
uction by fall, we shall have
-
Wait a minutel" interrupted j.
.el Van Santwood, a big agrees
man, who had been leaning far
IS the table, chewing wildly at a
unlighted cigar. "Never mind
'trike-who won that gamer"
vel" chimed in the company di-
RS in sustained chorus. "Who
that game?"