The Pioche record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1908-1925, 1919-07-11
SorroWful Hans
Sheds Many Tears

The sympathy OF the entire commun-
ity outpoured for neighbor Hans Olson
after the shock he sustained on the
Fourth when his Caliente baseball nine
was taken apart by the Phoebe boys
and the wreckage strewn hopelessly
Hans. who loves this country and the
state, but who is devoted to Lincoln
county with passionate devotion sur
passed only by his love for Caliente;
goodfellow Hans is considerable of a
sport and the Caliente baseball nine
was his hobby, regarded with the same
Tssara hear af Hans op the subject of
ball is classical education on tech
nical subject. AS he explains 1t. base
fected feet on the Caliente diamond, and
while he is ready to admit that the
American and National leagues have
some fair PLAYERS; he puts o the M rasnnnd aam,s5
to sweet reasonableness ana admit on
your part that the Caliente aggrega-
tion is better than any nine in either
| league.
OF course. Hans like many another
passionate sportsman, likes his little
Joke occasionally, and his spo9feriess
laughs that tighten the tedium of ex-
istence. Many man has listened To
the kidding of Hans Olson and re-
pier man. Hans would whittle q
wheeze out of the best rail on the Salt
Lake route with the same reckless
abandonment as an irresponsible boy
but 1t would be a good WheeZe, ADDING
to the gaiety of humdrum world
, And, of course, he has had his disap
,, Theye was the time he lost the ele
phant which he had purchased from
Coles circus ire as the sh9%,v shoW passe, 6is e.
i bring the huge animal to his place o
T business and how tenderly was tn
/ mammoth squeezed into the building
where it was chained in the back Q
the saloon;. perhaps too tenderl'
chained, as there are rumors of the an
/ imal getting loose one night and beinl
: found in a perfectly shocking, intoxi
n Gated condition the following morning
: with his poor trunk all cut up wher
: he got punched full of holes with tn
;, Hans would blankly deny the exist
e ence of the animal to certain strangers
t and in this, denial he would be aide
9y hs iGones st aRq
e, wipe his forehead as the question siz
zled through his added head, Was
today?" Well, well. How time doe
fly; or as the wise old Greeks so clas
sically put it, How tempus does fugit
1 This was several years ago.
And this Fourth Hans Olson's mir
was beaten to bedraggled frazzle an
the remains hung on the fence whei
i question he asked of the scorekeep,
lie was rational enough when 1t was COZ
& Sidered how many pencils and papers
TT required to get the answer.
O. "What was the score" husked Han
D. and while his eyes We're twinkling y
lie 1t seemed as though the moisture fro
te falling tears We're pathetically mi
re Cling with the sorrowful and surpris'
i'll tones Of sobro broken <" spirit What si%, W
be "Qute so, quite so,' said Hans. Now
is will ask the Caliente players" Do "
what was the score?" asked Har
IN mistily, of Caliente player. "Oh, he
x Hans" What was the score
he Hans asked another balltosser. "We
of Hans, could have won that game il
lie score?" he, asked another: SAY, Han
the score?" Beat it, Hans; beat
ty You told me that those other Calier
=, gir---
e. Dazed completely by the stunni
er. misfortune. poor Hans had to visit ca
d. formation; but the hard hearted p,la.
81 ers gave him nothing but alibiS Will
of brought a gleam to. his eyes as
rs. would lean over and throb as with
r. suppressed yet violent cough. ~,
w, reporter, who knew mouse when
FL. smelled one and who knew that Fla
es- enjoyed spoofing. What was
,e- score" asked Hans of a golddigs
m to eight" joyously beloved the Piot
or champion.
ion And in far corner of the park
me lady said to seven tired pair or ears
or seven tired little heads, Come. nc
Ter. it's twenty minutes to eight, so W
pie all go home and go to bed" And
ire herself she said IT wonder If I
ind make it? The dancing starts at g."
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