Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-01
RED" SMITH
SURE IS HAPPY
BALL PLAYER
Atlanta Boy, Who Plays Third for
the Dodgers, Is Spending
His Winter Here.
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smile is just as engaging as Mr.
Smiths, only not so wide.
He Can Hold Bar No..

smile is just as engaging as Mr.
Smiths, only not so wide.
He Can Hold Her, Now,
"Oh, l can hold her ali right. now"
said Margaret's father "At first, 1
used ito freeze her like a high pop
foul In the ninth with the bases full
and Chief Meyers up. l was afraid
! would drop her But it comes nat
ural. now. Doesn't it, Margaret
Margaret gurgled and reached for
his hair.
Funny how bright things attract
babies, isn't it?" said Mrs Smith, aft
er which she told Carl she didn't
mean IL that way, at all.
The Youngest Fan.
I'm going to bring her up to love
baseball, Mrs. Smith said. "Of
course. she was too little to go to the
ball games last summer. But next
summer she is going to see every
one"
Yes" assented her husband, and
you teach her the proper line of con-
versation to use on the home team,
too-if l thought any of that bleacher
line OF comment would crop out in
this family"
Still, it seems the bleachers do and
say funny things, once in a while j.
Carlisle told one about the old Dodger
ball park, which had a short right
field with a huge tenement house just
over the fence.
Lighting Up.
TT was a sort of private bleachers
without any gate so far as we were
concerned" he said 1.-The upper row
Of windows would be jammed with
faces all through the game. And if it
went into extra innings, about the
time hppan n of do slx tnb{
newspapers and wave EN- from the
whole row of window. That was
their idea of humor"
Miss Smith by this time had be-
come attached to an ivory horn ana
was extracting plaintive squawks
from it. 1t sounded family like a
miniature screech-owl, and Mr.. Smith
said If he was superstitious-
But you are" objected Mrs. Smith,
What about that funny little cross
from Patrick, Henry County, in Vir-
GINA, and the you left it at home
and had to brinN it over to Phila-
delphia TO you, and right after you GOT
1T you broke up three games and
pulled the Phillies out of first place?
II that isn't superstitious, I'd like 10
know what 1t Is"
The Batting Cross"
Mr.. Smith really couldn't say.
Il don't know that I'd call it super
stition," he explained. "Here-here's
the thing itself"
1t was a tiny, oddly shaped stone
cross. that would about cover a post
age stamp. It had queer look about
it, as If 1t had grown that way
Looks like some kind of ORE" said
j. Carlisle. They tell me 1t is a nat
ural formation. They call them luck
stones A fellow gave me one, and
for some reason or other went crazy
with the bat the next few days-and,
while I'm not really superstitious. l
don't mind saying that I'd hate to lose
this thing"
Can't Blame Him.
Inasmuch as Mr.. Smith batted out
an average of .296 with the Patrick
Henry lucky stone in his possession,
and fell down in q couple of games
when he was in Philadelphia without
it, before Mrs, Smith could rush to
the rescue, and then came to and
simply ruined the Phillies-in view of
these things, Mr.. Smith can not be
blamed for partially toward the P.
H. L. S.
who knows" he reflected, gazing
down solemnly at the little cross IN
his hand, "who knows but there may
be a 800 mark stuck around on that
little stone somewhere? Anyway, I'm
not going to take any chances"
So, we find ]. Carlisle Smith stand
ing the long, hard winter very nice
ly thank you-and why not?
Here is Mr. Smith, young, good
looking, we'll t-up star ball player
in the big leagues; well educated, a :
complished in other things than ball
playing; with a broad and cheerful
outlook on life in general and his own
in particular.
And again, why not?
There is Mrs. Smith-and Miss
Smith.
You really don't have to produce
any more evidence. Just watch Mrs.
j. Carlisle Smith boosting Miss Smith
to a horseback perch on ]. Carlisle's
ample shoulder, and then watch J..
Carlisle and Miss Smith-and Mrs.
Smith watching both of them
And you'll readily understand why
40 io~~ tr~7 winter is anything else
for J. Carlisle.