Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-01-04
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR JANUARY 4. 1914

lowed that if his head held out we'd win in a walk.
The White Hoss pitcher looked like a small drink 6
cider, and Big WEIGH first up, begged them to
let throw the bail. The little Teller snapped it
over, and with loud laugh B. w. smashed at it.
"Great Jerusalem!' he yelled. al knocked it clear
out O sight, and didn't even feel it.
@Strike one!' coldly informed the empire as the
catcher heaved the ball back to the box.
"see here, my mani says Big WEIGH turning to adj
dress the catcher "Any more O. that parlor magic and
two won't be sweethearts no more
1Strike two!' perlitey announced the empire
aye dered dried up rat!' howls Big WEIGH, dropping
his club and towering the empire. what sort of
game is this?'
"Strike three and out!' yelps the empire
1t took eight of us to git Big WEIGH away from the
plate and Mcpherson took his place Mac pretended
not to be interested, and when the first ball sailing
in he suddenly stuck out his bat and bruised it. The
ball glded toward second, and Mac slapped his left
limb in joy and hooted:
"How's that suit We, We misfit gang O microbes
3Run idiot, run!7 l shouted; but he pleased
that he didn't stir a peg, and was tagged out
aHow can be out when hit the bale' he demanded
in his ugliest voice.
got him away, and Sailor Dutch took the stick
Two strikes chaked ag in him while he telling
the White Hoss rooters what he'd do to the ball. The
third ball was strike and he fighting mad.
3Ths yere game is crooked' he howled.
But he couldn't hold anybody's attention. as Lone
some Bean and the Painkiler fighting des-
perate to who'd bat next After separating em
into their original beings we used up five minutes
plainin it was all over till next time.
WE'VE got EN- on the rum" gleefuly chortled
Spider Blake the first Hosser UP knocked a
ball his head in center field and cantered home
had to visit him afore could convince him it his
duty to chase the ball and make arrangements for mail
ing it to me he couldn't throw it in Then got mad
and slammed EN- in fast and furious and the three
bit the dust-beng afraid to stand within six feet
O the plate Big WEIGH, with his tenth-sug-o Liquor
grin twistin his face into curious SMILE did very well
behind the bat stn with his eyes closed and his hands
spread out like the side of a barn
We went in to bat, and then walked away, not stop
ping long enough to write picter postcard. The Hoss
went to bat and swatted out afore
basemen could the runners to stop and fight
various questions of honor.
zone lifes too short for nine innings chuckled Pie
face. 4Spose we call it five-inning game?'
"Yere on ye pirut!' agrees Big WEIGH, yanling the
bat away from Spider Blake by force and promptly
striking out. Then Blake followed suit; ditto myself
The fourth inning was mad dream | nailed the ball
in the direction Of the batters neck and nary man
scored At the end of the inning they eighteen to
nothing.
a nmorally suggest, pulled Big WEIGH, @that we
adjourn to the Imperial for bit O liquid refreshment
afore fighting the next round'
"The White Hossers cheered him madlv and the
empire went along to that the drinking was done
fair and square. | was sadly bringin' up the rear
when smart banging in Buxbys shack made me halt
The Shadder was bleating most desperate like.
II believe it's scheduled for right after the game
told him.
Gimme chance!' he pleads. Gimme that ball.
and I'll win the game for ye. They can't hit me.
used to pitch in the bush leagues down in the States
The newspapers always used speak O as the base
stealer. Never had other name
@The odds is too big said "Its eighteen nothing
Yere reconciled to croan'-why prolong the agony?'
"As big lead that?7 he whined; then with snap
@f yell do as say, may beat EN- to it yet. Won't