Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1915-11-07

looked like new. but Il wac my old bat
lust the ssme
had missed that bat. and determined
to make Bug pay for IT, I got a saw
therefore, and made firewood Of HE
twenty-odd bats. When Holiday saw
what deed had been done. he wept over
his desecrated holes; then he roared like
bull Of Bashan; then he raved and
threatened my life. then he went out and
bought some new bats. l never tried TO
touch the new ones. for ] believed II I
had he would have batted me over the
head and then over the fence
The next base ball superstition I shall
talk about IL something that probably
YOU have seen yourself. This superstition.
however. II not peculiar to base ball
believe II TO be one shared In by ell
peoples OF ell tlmes.
You remember when Connie Macks
Athletics last played the Giants? You
probably saw then the little hunchbaok
that travelled with Mack's team. Well
last year. at the worlds series games,
Mack had this little fellow along with
him. can remember him caperins
around in front Of the Athletics bench.
and. to tell the truth It was a thing I
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going against the Macswatters each OF
Thorn, on his way 70 the plate, would rub
the bulge on the midget's back-for luck7
At one time the whole team arose and
rubbed the little fellows back, and this
maneuver resulted In q regular swatfest.
But. nevertheless, tho Boston team came
from behind and forged ahead. You
should have heard the riot The Boston
team began to yell, Rub HE back! Rub
his back" and the Athletics did SO. but
no use. All the good luck In the midget
had been used up. The game was lost.
And now. ladies' and gentlemen. l have
done. / didn't think could get away
with II. but have. And this missiving
about ones abilities reminds me OF one
more yarn.
Years ago big fellow named Tom
Bstabrook played first for the Metropoii-
tanh, and later for the New York Giants.
Tom was q good fellow, but very pecl-
liar. When he had played a hard game
and was all covered with dust and sweat
he'd streak for the club house. and, with
out washing or even taking off his uni
form. he would put on his street clothes
and go home
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At that time. and for some reason Kelly
was sore on Estabrook. lie grabbed at
him ell day: he rode him TO death. THIS
made Tom more peculiar than ever
After a peculiarly hard grabbing Tom
would retire to the dressing room, stand
In front Of the mirror and then make
passes at himself. He probably thought
he was beating up Kelly. He used to
work himself into a fury and belt the air
with all his might. All the time he kept
soowling at his own image in the mirror
and talking TO himself.
'"rom Eatabrook." he would say, why
stand you all this abuse7 You're a good
man, Thomas EstabrooS. Why do you
do ~ Are you afraid Of this. Kelly per-
SOM Mol You've got good kick, why
don't you plug himr'
Finally he kldded himself into believing
that he could lick Kelly. and one day no
hit him. How do you dot Buppl
They picked Kelly up when Tom had
finished with him and took him home In
pillow case Tom was all there, but he
had never bcen quito sure OF H.
so there you are The season is over.
my friends. III put my stick in the bat
bag. lock Up my uniform and crawl into
a tree for the winter Spring practice
viii be held at Marlin-next year.--New
York World.