The Meridian times. (Meridian, Idaho) 1909-1938, 1918-12-06

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According to Stewarrs look, that
.I'csn ny should have Immediately
drsIi0ed dead.
Turning to the aext. he said, @'Cur-
ly,' sor the love u Mike, who is herr
Curly, with knowing look, an
swcred, @'E runs the Kings Arms
public 'ouse. down Rye lane"
With piteous look, Stewart
glanced my way and I Jerked my
thumb In the direction Of the other
Tommy, who seemed TO be bursting
with suppressed eagerness. Stewart.
looking at him. calculated, "Spit it
out before You choke"
This fellow, with superior air.
turned In the direction Of the two de-
jected Tommies, and answered, '.John
MacGraw. why everybody knows i'm;
e was the fellow In the London Scot
fish who clicked scrucifxion' for
stealing the rum issue at 'Wipers'. e
was lad, not art he weren't"
A kissing noise issued from Stew
arts lips, and he seemed to collapse
like q punctured toy balloon. After
a few seconds he Strengthened up and
a~Iook OF determination came into his
eyes. Addressing the Tommies. he
exploded: You blokes are enough to
make Billy Sunday take to drink. Now.
listen here, and let 1t sink in deep.
John McGraw is the manager of the
New York Giants. He is a baseball
player; get it7 A baseball player. A
guy what manages a baseball team.
And any fellows who can't make good
on his team, or In the bush leagues,
he sends 'em a cricket bat with their
name inscribed on it and pays their
passage to England. Get megn
Several Tommies took exception to
this, and said that they had followed
cricket all their lives, but had never
heard of any American cricketers be
ing sent over by Mr.. McGraw. At
this / exploded, and Stewart went UP
in the air. Standing up and turning
to the bunch under the trees, point
ing his finger in their direction. he
let out:
snow listen, this is good. I'm go
ing to send down to the ordinances
corps and get a dozen gimlets and
some tunnels. With these gimlets Tn
going to bore holes in your 'nappers,
and using the funnel I'm going to poul
into those garrets of yours a little
brains. Then, after you've acquired
gray matter, I'm going to teach yor
the great American game of baseball
and then when through teaching you
I'm going to retire to the Old Soldiers
home as physically and mentally IN
fit, because I know the job win pu
me there"
The Tommies did not take excep
ton to his pointed remarks about thei
lack of brains. They overlooked thi
because they were very eager to lear
how to play baseball
/ A chorus OF, eco TO hit, Yank. that
what we want; something new on
ERE in this bloody mess of mud an
Coolies"
Stewart said that we would have t
talk the matter over. and beckonin
to me, went in the direction of tn
billet. I followed. He then outline
his scheme.
We were to form two baseball
classes. Stewart In charge of one,
the other. On the plaster of the bile
| we carefully scratched out a baseball
diamond, and then called the Tommie
| in. They sat around like little chi
dren in a school, eagerly intent. Flo
two hours we explained the game t
them. When we got through they a
knew how to play baseball-on papel
4 We dismissed them, telling them al
other class would be held the follow
ing afternoon. That night. Stewal
and /, around the stump of a candl,
went into details for organizing tw
teams. Everything appeared rosy. an
we were highly jubilant. A Tomm
eased over in our direction and inn,
Gently asked:
''I sye, Yank, isn't il necessary I
ave byseballs and clubs? We Gavin
very wei ply without EN-"
This was bombshelI to us. In or
eagerness and excitement we had quit
forgotten that bats. balls and glove
We're necessary. I thought Stewal
was going to burst. Letting out a ''Wel
I'll be blowed!" which nearly blew Il
candle out. he turned q silly look
! my direction. and looked just {
, cheap.
AT last the Tommies had stumpe
us, and we could see our reputatio
fading into nothing. A dead siIent
reigned for over 1--WE minutes. The
Stewart started madly to open his ha
! ersack. I thought he had sudden
/ gone crazy. / reached my hand in Il
, direction of my bayonet, fearing tn,
t he was looking for a Mills bonn
!, When he drew his hand out, hangir
to his fist was writing pad. let {
) OF my bayonet. Borrowing penc
) from me (Stewart was always borroS
ingl, he started writing. thought pc
) haps he was going TO commit sufciC