New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-08-02
The Prodigal's Return,
The High Cost of Veal
~ a MAGELLAN
BY w. o. McGEEHAN-

REEL John McGraw. rich and
naughty baseball manager, quarrels
with his poor, but proud, shortstop'
Buck Herzog. Buck has been trying to
touch the payroll for hve-case ad-
vance to 20 to a moving picture show.
you will take your choice between
the moving picture show and the
Giants" says McGraw haughtily.
your batting eye is on the blink, as it
is, without you putting it further to
the Fritz with those trick lights in the
movies"
"The Giants can chase thmeslves,"
replies Buck with the hauteur Of a
poor but proud player.
"You can chase yourself right now
and out Of the lot, too" retorts Nc
Graw. his face registering rage.
q 90, but | shall return" says Her
"Not unless somebody wraps you in
a wooden overcoat and leaves you on
nv doorstep" shrieks McGraw as he
pegs a boot after the departing prodl-
gal.
REEL Buck Herzog arrives in
Porkopolis TO eat husks, rye bread, Inn
berger and 10 consOrt with the swine
: generally. After few months in the
place he begins to talk in grunts and TO
act like a real inhabitant of the place.
The only thing that distinguishes him
from genuine porcine native is that
he can never learn how to squeal. But
/ in spite Of this defect in his qualifca-
lions for Porkopolis citizenship he is
put in charge Of the baseball team.
Bucks teeth 60 bad chewing on the
/ husks, and association with the swine
CRATES on his proud and sensitive nat
urc. He longs for the bright lights OF
/ 125th Street. and in vision he sees the
sun sinking behind Coogan's BLUM. But
/ he recalls the cruel words of McGrawi
and his face registers resolution as ne
raises his hand and says: Il never
will return"
J REEL 3.-Things are breaking badly
for John McGraw, the naughty and
wealthy manager. The Giants have not
won a game for about month, and
John sees visions of the hook. lClose-
up view Of cut-in hook wrapping IT.
self around the neck Of the manager
a
upon the bench beside him. Spiders
are spinning their webs on their bat
ting arms, and all Of them are afflicted
with a violent case of artistic tempera-
ment.
A large and ravenous jinx Of the
sabre-tooth type is rowing about the
Polo Grounds The lights and shadows
are on the blink when the Giants are AZ
bat. but are all to the good when the
visiting team gets up TO swat. tClose-
up view of the lights and shadows
Flicker the camera for this.)
A committee of Giants waits on Nc
Graw. I'VE cannot hit unless the color
scheme of the centrefeld fence is
changed" says the spokesman. "You
must have it done in pale blue blending
into gray"
With a scream of rage McGraw bites
himself in the leg and goes mad.
REEL 4.-Harry Hampstead, &
wealthy and generous magnate, travels
TO Porkopolis and visits Buck, as he is
playing with the POrkers.
"Why don't you go home? ?" asks
Hampstead. This prodigal stunt IS
bum stuff"
Never" returns Buck proudly.
Hampstead flashes a long roll. "Dc
you think that McGraw would fry z
veal cutlet?" asks llerzog.
Harry Stevens has some ordered,
replies Hampstead.
REEL McGraw is still suffering
from rabies. Most of the Giants are
asleep in the dugout. Only few re
tain energy enough 10 play pinochlo
The bats have been locked up, as the
Giants have forgotten how 20 use them.
The jinN out in centrefeld is growing
fat The lights and shadows are more
ominous (Close up view of the JlnN
and the lights and shadows)
Buck HerzoR, the prodigal PLAYER, en-
ters the field from the right and walks
straight up to McGraw. Hello, Pop
says Buck. holding one hand up TO
block right swing.
MY boy" sobs McGraw. and falls
into his arms. Back from the pork
bungalows!
and VINO are these birds'" asks
Buck
con. thcm's the Giants" replies Ne
Graw.
"They are. hey" says Buck Get
up. you big stiffs. and get your bats!'
The Giants rise hastily and seize their
bats. Herzog dashes into left field and
throttles the iinX. The Giants wade in
and COP about eight IN row.
Eve will have cold veal sandwiches
tonight" says John McGraw. THAT
is, if Harry Stevens has any left
Nothing is too good for my bow Buck
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