Evening star., 1915-11-04
FABLE OF BIG BOY
George Foster Halls From Lit
tie Town Of Bokoshe, Okla.
STARS FOR THE RED S0x
Man Who Won Two World Series
Games Comes From the
Western Burg.
STARS FOR THE RED S0x

Bokoshe isn't a new drink, nor yet a
disease, nor even a corn cure. 1t is
sweet little town on the under side OF
the map of Oklahoma town where
the mayor is everybody's friend and all
the warped shingles blow OF the roof
at the first sign of a breeze. AS viii
lage it Is a splendid founding asylum.
writes ]. c. Kofoed in the Philadelphia
Ledger
Three persons east of the Mississippi
knew there was a Bokoshe somewhere
in the west, 'twixt Lake Michigan and
the Pacific ocean, but they did not ad-
yertise their knowledge to the gaping
world. That is. not until the second
game of the world series was history.
Then they swelled about. telling every
one they met of Bokoshe's night life'
and how they used 10 see George Fos-
ter resolutely turn his back on the
dev,,isb allurement of Hassenpfefrer's
cider saloon
Half an hour after the gates were
closed on the second series game M
teen magnates instructed their scouts
to drop off at Bokoshe to see IL any
potential Fosters were lying about with
straws In their mouths-lying about
their ability and listening to the low
ing kline.
Perhaps a hoorwalker or freckled
plowboy who is not fan may READ
these lines, and for their sakes We will
draw a picture of George Foster. He
is a tall, handsome young man, who
throws, bats and fields round, leather
covered spheres for the Boston base
as the Red Sox. George does most OF
this with his right arm. with nothing
hidden in his sleeve to deceive you
Though youth of education and per-
eko- hi ~ q
strange lack of control in allowing
himself to be born in Bokoshe. Some
Of his mates were brought up In Enos-
burg Falls, Bluffton and other shine
towns. but Bokoshe has them all whip
ped to frazzle.
Base Ball the One Career for Them.
There is Just one regret that fingers
when a boy from a town like that rises
to such sudden fame. 1t leads all the
other corn fed huskies in his state to
think that base bail is the one career
for them, when fate had designed half
Of them for motormen.
But to get down to brass tacks.
George Foster opened his peppers about
twenty-six summers ago. One never
knows what is going to happen, put
it's a safe bet that the rubes out
Bokoshe way did not pick young q.
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champion team.
george Bostick whitted of the Phil
lies who brings luck to Pat Moran IN
his spare moments. remarked. after ne
had succeeded in popping out every
time he had faced our curly wolf of a
hero: The kid is clever. He knows
just what he is doing every minute.
and though he may not have SO much
natural stuff as Shore. he Is far. far
better pitcher. Did you get his fast
ball? He throws IL with . slow motion
like the freckied fireman. Jim Vaughn.
AS for hitting and fielding. he's got
something on almost any twirler I've
ever seen"
Pretty good Recommendation from
the enemy. sh? So good that all the
boys in Bokoshe want to quit driving
hay wagons and tending cows long
enough to be another Foster. But that
kind sprouts only once In generation
or SO.
George began his curving career way
and the Bill Cody highball are held In
equal esteem. 1t was quite a rise for
Foster to go from Bokoshe to big
city" like Houston. and he soon made
up and call him blessed
Now. Houston and San Antonio love
each other as Jawn McGraw loved
Frank Baker or 3rutus cared for
there in the uncut. and the 1912 race
brought out enough excitement to
choke a steer-supposing that quad
ruped to be smSiins d. about the yard
Antonio met on the last day Of the sea.
son with half a game separating them
IN the race for the gonfalon. Foster
was the white hope of the Houston
club. for he had been the big winner
through all that hectic season. They
figured that he was the juggernaui
who would wipe poor old San Antonio
clean Of the map.
Well thew rAmbled nm through ths