Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-08-24
OF THE BLEACfo
THE BULL MOOSE OF THE BLEACHERS
More Contributions From an Unknown Crltic-Harp
McCarter Does the Christening Inc buQ
Moose Starts Wrangling Match
By CHARLES E. VAN LOAN
-, Mos, Famous Writer Of Baseball Fiction.

one in his life-or walked man Wi,h 4.
bases fullr
This remark was scarcely diplo,u..
for only the week before Charlie ces
sleeve had issued two passes in tho ,,...
inning of tight game. and the ree.s'
one forced In the run which beat \.
Bantams. Gildersleeve insisted ,ha, @
umpire had missed the big ones
him, and with this still ranking IN I,
breast he retorted warmly, men,In.i
Copenhagen and the reputed thIclns.- y
the Scandinavian skull.
In two minutes the atmosphere ~ d,
clubhouse tingled with the electric ~. ".
Of approaching battle. The Ponies an
ing peaceably on the other side ~ N.
wall, heard voices lifted in anger
Somebody's getting good cu...-
out" remarked Dutch OrendorI .s,
they get fighting among themseives =.
ought to take all four games from ,s,' =
"Guess the Moose must have st,,,.,
'em up" said McCarter. "a fellow s,.s
a voice like that could stir up any e,es
in the league. II 1 knew who he ~.
I'd hire him to travel around with ,s,.
bum club and talk TO the other fello~.
while I pitch to them. Never lo,.
game that way. But couldn't spot A.
in the crowd. Thought 1 had him peer.,
once, but / was wrong"
The Bantams continued to wrsr..
loudly, with the inevitable result ~,
nearly every player on the club ~,
dragged into the melee. Old scores v.,.
brought out and footed up; old 49,.
were opened anew. Each man, as ne A,
parted, banged the door after him ~
altogether 1t was a very acrimonlon.
session. The cheerful family spirit whs,s
should be a part of the makeup Of ever,
successful ball club vanished, and N.
dove of peace took flight with most of n.
tail feathers shot away by a raklns
crossfire of recrimination and dowurirhs
abuse. IL
The next day, when most Of the nl,v.
ers were willing to forgive and forret
Charlie Gildersleeve marched into r.
dressing room with chip on his shouI.
der Charlie had the disposition Of n
Indian. "Slent" McCloskey, the second
baseman, who was laid up with gashea
shin and an ugly sliding bruse, and waa
therefore, not in the best of humor
promptly gave Gildersleeve a call" and
the battle was resumed where 1t had been
dropped the night before.
II was raging full force when Dan
O'Hara arrived on the scene. Dan wa
the bench manager, but he was no dIs.
ciplinarian, and, instead of stamping out
the disturbance, ne aQQed to IL bV few
sarcastic remarks of his own devisnr
When the time came for the Bantams d
take the field, they went out growing.
and woefully lacking in that necessary
quality known as 'pep." They had lef
their game in the clubhouse.
Under the circumstances 1t was no,
strange that the Ponies stole the jump
on them, and in the very first inning
piled UP enough runs to win the gama
AS the figure az went up on the score.
board the Bull Moose, in the rightned
bleachers this time, saluted it with Ah
initial remark of the afternoon. and the
Bantams looked at each other, as much
as to say, There he is againl"
"One! Two! Three! Fourl" beloved
the Moose. And that amt all! The
game is young yeti"
1t is never a hard matter to encourage
baseball fans to slip the skids under .
sliding team. Most of them are only too
willing to- lend a hand at the rollers, and
by the end of the second day the Haii
Moose was the head and front Of hos
tile roofing faction. All any crowd needs
is leader. The Moose struck the key
note, and the others followed him His
tremendous voice controlled the attack
upon the home boys, and the faintesl
rumble from that foghorn throat was
enough to start thousand lesser tongue
to clacking.
CONTINUED TOMORROW