Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1914-10-10

II you are laborins under the impression
that the Job Of managing baseball team
even though il be one of the contestants
for the worlds championships a
feather-llned, soft-padded one, you ought
to have been up at the Hotel Majestic
last night. the Philadelphia home OF the
Boston Braves, and have seen George
StalIings give a demonstration OF the
theory OF perpetual motion when the time
rolled around for his jubilant boys to turn
in anJ get under the 'Iiivers'
The reason for this gentleman's gyra-
,jons were not hard to find. The clock
was nearing eleven. the bedtime hour
OF all good Braves, and all Of them had
not reported in the lobby Like a dis
tracted hen whose chicks refuse 10 come
10 roost, Mr.. Stallings ran mther ana
Won in an endeavOr to round them up
HAS Dick been put to bed yetE' ne
asked anXlously of Jimmy NearE' 'he
From the anxiety Of his tones, the in
,erestad onlooker gathered that none
other than the rclentless-to ms enemies
AT least-Rudolph Was the subject OF MS
HAS Maranville turned in yet? And
what has become of James and Gowdy''
were his next anxious questions.
Downstairs an energetic orchestra
pIayed seductive tunes IN acompah'meht
and all Philadelphia seemed TO be dane
iTr, he baseball tango in honor Of the
heroes of the hour. These same heroes
had hoped TO be among the worshlpeFs
Of TeTphsiChOre. 70 SUBSTITUTE "h'' H's
for twirlin-. especially since the He'l-
hers Of the Chin-Chin Company had peeh
told IN come after the show and meet
the tirst dsv's victors, but Papa Stallngs
decreed that the boys could not stay up
for the company, and that was the end
ont.
The big manager, however did not nave nave
long TO wait Before he had haa llhe
10 quite run down, the Braves returned
IN Inc hotel. en- masse and reported that
their hghtinE blood having been aroused
they had stopped In at prize hght 70
see Eddie Murphy. Of Boston, Hch Inc
tar out of a sailor
"Roston's lucky day" some one was
heard to remark
who's that tall, handsome boy WIN
the soft brown eyes and curling lashesF'
a feminine admirer asked soulfully.
That tall handsome boy with the soft
brown eyes and curling lashes was none
other than Bill James, the California
22-ysar-older, who, If you ask him, VIII
teII YOU that he is single and seldom
smiles, though he does not infer that the
one necessarily follows the other.
James was Immediately surrounded by
/ a little group of hero worshipers. and
pretty soon he was deep in an eNplana-
( ton of the spithau the employment ol
/ which is his own favorite method ol
making his opponents sad.
III YOU are in practice, you can throw
. a sDltbau without having IL make sin
gle revolution" He stuck out his long
prehensible fingers and gave demon
stratiOn-
''Au that you have to do Is to put rosir
on your first two fingers, spit across th'
TOP Of them and throw your ball"
An idiot wanted 10 know If the mOis
/ ture was for luck
ELMER Stricklett." he continued. Il
responsible for the spit ball II
discovered il about 10 years ag'
quite by accident, II was raining on
day. and Elmer did not have any on
10 play catch with" the Boston pitcher
tones we're tragic, $50 he went out L
hit the ball up against the house. SOM
OF the drizzle got On his hngers and b