New Britain herald., 1918-01-28

had charge of the bats; not a single bat did we have stolen from us, not to mention. how many we Swiped, during all the time was mascot
 I read the story of the game, and reading ~downsthe clipping, I read the names in the line up, and my, but hthat~was the joyfulest moment of my life.
 There was "Biilie" Quigiey, center He was first in. the batting order. How we'll I remember Bill. It was Bill and { I that used to chase the fire wagons all over the city. BiHssfather was the driver for No. 1 hook and ladder company and a goods one, too Bill is a fireman now, and it getting paid for what we used to- do when we were kids
 The was "Biflie' Quigley, center field. Gee, but that was a hard name for me to pronounce when I was a "kid' Billie used to teach the youngster the art of self-defense. Bill was a good fielder, and latter pitcher for the Royal Eages. He is working for the mayor, now.
 At right field, there was my big brother "Bin" (Three Bills The collector must be around). "BilP' is in the army now, and is stationed for the present at Aberdeen, Maryland. The only reason the manager would allow him to play, was that he fur nished all the balls for the team. . (They put him in position where the batters seldom hit the balD. They nicknamed him swat; I don't know why; I think it was because he was a heavy foul fly hitter. He would walk to the Electric Field-every day there would be a game-and would bring home ball or two. One day he came home with fbird of a shlner', because he was caught "copping' brand new ball.
 Andrew Farrell caught that day. Andrew is in South American now, and is reported to be very sick. An drew had the only muzzle in the city. His father made it to catch cats and rats because he thought they had eaten some of his ''babe chicks.
 Next came the star pitcher, my brother Jack. Jack had the best low ball of any pitcher this side of the Mississippi river. Connie Mack, and Muggsy McGraw, and all the big baseball managers were after him to sign up, but he refused because he could make more money picking grapes and crab apples than all the baseball magnates could make in two successful years, not couHLlhS 'hc Linski brothers.
 ''Fritzy'' Collins played shortstop He was a scream. When anyone hit the ball his way. he would say to "BilT' Hartnett, there's one for you Bill" When he happened to be lucky to stop an easy 'roller" he would peg it four feet over Tut Mullen's head, and the game would have to stop until Pop" Powers, off, cfal back-stopper, would find the ball, and call "Fritzy" some angel names for making him run the ball so often.
 At first base, not two inches away, was stationed Tut Mullen just like an iron anchor. I don't see why they let him play in the team for, unless it was because his father owned a store. and that he used to ''set the team up.'' He was funny and everyone told him so. He was always the best man in the minstrel shows that the crowd used to give; and he was the only one blackened just like a "nigger." He could tell stories that would make a dead man sit up and laugh. Tut is in the movies now. His movie name is Fatty Arbuckle.
 For second baseman. the manager "Dick" Brophy, secured Georgie Col 1ins "F'ritzy's' brother. He was the only player on the team who knew how to hold his hands when about to catch @ bali. but he always for got when a ball was hit towards him. But he was the best fighter on tre team. except my brother "Jack." When my brother Jack wasn't around he could flick" any two his size in town.
 Last appeared the name of Drank Quigley. He was a "peach' at knocking out "f1ies,' but he couldnt t seem to connect with one in a game. Once, when there was three on and two out, he came to the bat swinging the ''willow." Two strikes were called on him when I signalled to him to take the mushroom bat the one that someone "cOpped" from a