Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-08
MILTON REED,
BIC Lacquer,
e JUST A KID
Swift Sccess With PhiIIles Has
Failed to Turn Head of For
mer Marist CoIIegian.
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straight fast ones and left of some
of the curves"
The abstracting business keeps
Milton fairly busy, and then there In
the social branch of the winter sea-
son.
II 1t were not for an implied condi-
ton in paragraph of this document,
| would ramble on and say lot about
Mr.. Reed being a young man of ex-
| ceedingly pleasing personality, as
tonishingiy good looking. and dressed
with care and discrimination. Being
tacitly bound by paragraph 2. I mus&
refrain from al this.
But II must be that Mr.. Reeds So
cial relaxation demands good dead
of time and attention. Most bau
players put on weight In the OF sea-
son. Mr.. Reed admits that he has
lost wo pounds since he stepped out
OF Philly uniform last October. l
offer this evidence for what it Ia
worth.
Besides baseball. abstracting and
society, Mr.. Reed is a crack basket
ball player and in his Marist days
he was a pole-vaulter Of note: an
accomplishment, by the way, that de-
mands about as much Of an athleto
rs any one sport l can recall off,
hand.
Then he reads o. Henry.
"Of course, | read other thtngsr
Mr. Reed says, but this chap O.
Henry seems to have 1t on the rest
Of them when 1t comes to hitting in
the pinches. / never worked him
into a. tight place that he didn't come
through with the punch. He sort of
knows how to kid you along until he
gets you where he wants you. and
then he cuts loose"
That, take it, Is pretty fair estt-
mate of o. Henry's gift.
But ball playing hasn't got to the
work. day stage with Milton Reed.
He still finds the same Joy in the
ing Matty on the slab that there's
nothing on earth the Old Master
would rather be doing than play
ing ball
The kids in the vicinity OF NO BAT
West Peachtree profit by this ar
rangement. Let them start a game
on the vacant lot in the next block
north, across the street, and more
than likely you will find Milton Reed
on the coaching line. Sometimes he
supplies a "reg'lar league" ball for tho
game, and once in while he brings
out his pet bat, made for him by the
Louisville Slugger people; a short,
thick weapon, as big as the law al
lows at the business end. and i'm
pressing you as being very heavy
for young man Of $50 pounds to
swing.
And Milton win take a deal of
pains, showing Irving Jordan legged
81, how to dispose his hands IN bat
ting, and the way to hold a ball to
curve 1t, or Of the youngster Ia an
embryo catcher) how to use the
shOrt-arm peg that spins the pill
down to second as light as a feather,
as opposed to the hand breaking
heavy ball" hurled by certain wide
arm" throwers.
This Is all good fun for Milton: and
the kds-well, you can imagine what
the kids think of a lesson from a
real big Lacquer. You know what you
would have thought say, a dozen or
twenty years ago-what?
Kids have a way of their own when
It comes to sizing a fellow up. They
are instinctively direct-sometimes
aggravatingly so-in their estimates
They are candid and not overly tender
of feelings. But Milton Reed should
shake hands with himself on the
jury's verdict
why, he amt g. bit like q big
Lacquer, 'cept'n the way he pickles
that old pill" say the kids. He don't
talk tough, nor chew tobacco, and
he'll stop any time to talk to a kid
Why he's just sort of a big kid, him
self-even if he is big leasuer!"