The Washington herald., 1917-02-18
When "Squint.eyed" Sid Got His'n.

Dear Folks:-Lon says that every time
he reads about tn ball-tossers lollin'
around tn palm room OF tn Waldorf
Astoria, bitin' off "Hicky-H cock
tails, an carryin' on somethin' scanoalous
cause they'll have to be contented with
fifteen instead o. eighteen thousand 'crul-
lers' for their seasons fun. 1t makes him
think of tn old days he spent out in
Flagstaff Arizona, an some OF tn games
he seen pulled off in that section, where
all hands toted shooters" an a player
hada be as cute with his Iron" as he
was with his wing II he wanted to live.
TIL kid claims he was one o. the palI-
bearers for 'Squint-eyed" Sid after he
was shot t pieces for not fgurin' Rat
tle-snake" Pete as a classy bird shooter.
"SQuint-eyed' Sid was some pitchin' kid,
tn finest our town prodoosed, an teams
what he never ''goosed" warn't worth
tn 'goosin' jus second string, without
no chanel ag'in "SQuint-eye's' wing.
They'd roll int town on wagons an
cars, bush-league fivvers, an big-league
stars, but none of 'em seemed t f1uster
Sid, short-horn or tall. cause TIL bigger
they'd come. tn harder they'd fall.
TIL a challenge waited in one day at
noon, from tn Buckin'- -Bronchos Hard
T'-Groom. an as nobody'd ever hear
tell of this bunch. somehow o'ruther tn
crowd got a hunch that Sid had met his
fate, but thar warn't no backin' out
then, twar quite too late.
So we arranged to have tn game one
AFTERNOON. just t tidy up them "bron-
chos hard-t'- groom" an give tn boys
a treat to see old Sid go get his meat.
Now when "Squint-eye' pitched he
pitched for keeps, an struck his vic
Tins out in heaps. He'd shove his
smoke" straight at tn head. then come
~ oh y1tth ss1aoH 10
curves was like tn horseshoe bend,
standin' tn best ones plumb on end.
The game was a 'pippen," an nigh
on to through, with tn Bronchos nothin'
an our herd two, so when they hob
bled up for their final whack We all
started kiddin' tn ungroomed pack.
Th' "cayotte" t lead off for tn buckin'
Galoots was "Hog-tooth" Sam from Spra-
ker's Shoots. Sam was a hybrid. an
toted a sag, but gettin' his bearin's he
tapped Sam for a bag, an while we
set wonderin' at this sudden burst. Sid
was a-sweatin' an Sam was on first.
Th' next T. follow was a wall-eyed
runt. who stood there featurin a stopped
shoulder stunt, which made Sid wrathy.
an tn big crowd roar, but tn guy played
his han, an worked Sid out for four"
an with a geezer on second. an another
on first, "Rattle-snaie' Pete, a "bloat''
with thirst. sloo-footed up to put in
his bid, back-sassed tn umpire, an gig
gled at Sid.
Now this Pete party, '1ickered," was
a 'onery cuss, thar with his Shooter, :"
an lookin' for fuss, so, Sid figured quick
like to bean TIL big lout, twisted his
self double, an let his "smoke" out,
but Pete bcin' locoed, an half full O.
rum, sighted covey when thar wasn't
but one, an quick as a catamount yanked
in his block, took a wild swing an
banged at TIL flock, an whether or no
va b'lieve what I tell, lit on TIL right
on an sent t'-Well, to this day II amt
never been found. cause tn gang was
too busy putin Sid in tn ground.
DOPEY DAN.
Note-Lon says tn twenty-sixth wonder
of tn world Is how some of them great
big beautiful dolls ever ha opened to pick
out tn mates they tote around