The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-10-05
White Sox Player
 Thought He Had Not
 Taken Drink in His Life
(SpOrting NewS.)


 the Chicago White Sox team who boasts with pride that he never took a drink of anything intoxicating in his life = and he also honestly be- lieves that he, never did. But it so know differently, though they have de- happens his manager and few others cided to leave the ball player nurs- has been teetotaler. No harm was done, anyway. o
 > In St. Louis there is a rabid ball fan, worth million dollars or SO, whose enthusiasm for baseball is matched only by his liberality. He delights in the company of ball play CTS and likes to show them a good time.
 The White Sox were playing their final series in St. Louis. This wealthy fan happened to meet up with the cer- tain player. who is the subject of this story. He was charmed with the natural candor and unsophisticated joy in life that the player displayed. He suggested that they repair to the ho- tel buffet and take a little drink.
 'I thank you,' said the ball play CT, "but I never took a drink of any thing intoxicating in my life and nev- CT mean to. don't know the differ r Pence between whiskey and beer, ex- cept in the looks
 "I appreciate your principles" said the good spender and enthusiastic fan, 'and I admire you for it. tell you we'll just drink bottle of French cider together; it will be good thing for me to lay off booze myself for tonight"
 The player agreed to that. They had a couple of bottles of something that tasted mighty good, and the ball player went to bed, still in all his pris- tine purity. so far as he know.
 The next day he got up with fear full headache, and he had had bad night He hunted up Manager Row land: "Mr. Rowland" he said, "I don't believe I can play to-day, I've a bad headache and I'm sick all over"
 What did you do last night?" in- quired Rowland. Drink anything?"
 You know" said the player, really hurt at the insinuation, that I never drank anything in my life that intoxi- cates I did meet fellow and we drank some cider"
 Manaegr Rowland dropped in on the bartender. Do you know such and-such a player?" he asked.
 The bartender knew him by sight. Did you see him drinking anything last night?" asked, Rowland.
 "Wel1, yes, if you want to know, he and So-and-So drank couple O quarts of champagne"
 "Oh," exclaimed Rowland and he departed, looking for his teetotaler ball player. But the ball player had begun to feel better. He had gone out to the park and was on the field when Rowland arrived, so the manager said nothing. In the game that af- ternoon he made three hits and the manager still said nothing,
 At the hotel that night he met the liberal spender, Did you have one of my boys out last night?" he asked
 "New see here,'' said the liberal spender, "don't blame him. I bought a couple of bottles of wine and he liked it and drank his share, but he didn't know what it was-I told him it was French cider and that it was not intoxicating"
 Well" said Rowland. "I guess he still believes it, and we'll let it pass. I'd hate to let him know he's fallen from grace, for if I did I think he'd about lick you. I guess I'll tell him he must have eaten something that didn't agree with him."
 And the White Sox still boasts of a player whe takes pride in his. notion that he never took a drink of any thing intoxicating in his life" and doesn't know of his own transgression