New-York tribune., 1919-05-02
Hurl
A Bomb Into
Yank Offices
Harry Sparrow and Mark
Roth About to ''Blow Up''
When Tonjes Rescues
Them
By w. O. Mcclellan

"i ioShiieS tndt disturbed
local baseball Offices, with the ;nferna
weather yesterday, will cause no furtha,
worrlment to the sleuths, local, state
and Federal. The sender will be on his
way to surrender to-day.
The first internal machine arrived al
the Yankee office on Forty second Street
early in the drizzllng afternoon. Harry
sparrow, business manager of the
Yankees, was sitting at his desk annlv.
ing the blood pressure machine to his
stalwart right arm. Despite the weathe,
conditions Harry's blood pressure req.
lstered normal. 1t was nothing to him
that the weather had postponed the
opening of the Giants, for in Boston
the Yankees and Red Sox were having
an opening and the prospects of GOOD
crowd were bright
The mail man entered on his after
noon rounds. Besides the usual number
OF letters containing applications for
passes ne earned huge package. Sign
for it," he demanded Of Mark Roth
/ who guards the outer office Mark
signed on the dotted line and hurled
the package carelessly into corner.
Did Dutch Leonard's signed contract
come back" asked Harry Sparrow, with
his eye still glued on the register of the
blood pressure machine
1T 1T did not" replied Marx: But
heres package of something. 1t
might be bunch of regrets from mem
bers of the Lambs who could not get
out to the opening game"
Mr.. Sparrow withdrew the blood
pressure machine from his arm. Lets
see that package" he said. He walked
over to the package. 1t looked innocent
enough. 1t was wrapped in yellow
paper and it bore bunch of Canadian
stamps.
AS the business manager and traffic
manager of the Yanks looked at it
there was heard distinct click, re-
motely, resembling the sound of an
eight day clock. With one accord the
two officials of the Yankees turned
pale. They backed away to the inner
ofilce, where there is no telephone.
~ force of habit Harry Sparrow re-
adjusted the blood pressure machine to
his right arm and glanced at the regis
ter. The reading gave him 1882 He
gasped, "I'm a dead man. But it
doesn't matter. We're a couple of dead
men. That's an internal machine out
there: Mark, we're going together"
"Who could have sent it?" moaned
Mark. "Was it for Colonel Huston or
Colonel Ruppert?"
ut couldn't have been for Huston"
replied Harry. "He knows all the dy-
namiters in the world 1t was probably
meant for Rupert on account of there
being no kick to the beer that he sent
to the newspapermen's banquet at the
Commodore. When those press guys
get riled there's no telling what they
might do"
In the silence that ensued the click
ing IN the mysterious package in the
outer Office became more distinct. 1t
sounded like an eight-day clock that
had suddenly become erratic.
"Our seconds are numbered" moaned
Harry Sparrow, taking another look
at the register Of the blood pressure
machine, which was steadily going
higher. 81 wish that l hadn't lied SO
often to those newspapermen."
Me too,' said Mark Roth sorrow
fully. "But it was necessary. Those
two colonels made us do it."
AS the outer door was flung open
the two Yankee henchmen crowded
into the corner behind Mr.. Sparrow's
big roll top desk. But no explosion
gasp of air before they left the world
behind. They looked into the beaming
face Of John Tonnes. the Harlem boni-
face. John numbered right into the
room.
"You're time has come" declared
Harry Sparrow solemnly.
ooh, that's all right. returned the
Harlem boniface. al amt even brought
the bill for the last party at my place
with me. Let it go till next month"
".No, no. gasped Mr.. Sparrow. "We're
being bombed" F"
That's nothing to Colonel Huston"
He was bombed by the Dutchmen and
sassed after he came back"
81 wish he was here now" moaned |
Harry Sparrow. "Hc got away from
he Dutchmen and he might give US
lip on the internal machine"
what is the internal business ?" de-
handed Mr.. TONES. 81 came here for
he Holsters. Is this the Holsters over
lere?"
He stepped over to the package where
he clicking was becoming more and |
more intensified. He picked it up and |
commenced to tear off the wrapper.
Stop it, john" moaned Harry Spar
ow. "Send for Inspector Owen Eagan.
lie may save US"
81 should let Inspector Eagan in on
hese," replied Mr.. Tonnes, as he
tarted to spill live, crawling Holsters
III over the carpet. The clicking con-
inued as the crustaceans engaged in a
lumber of wrestling matches on the
lOor.
"And here is the note which tells the
tory" continued the undisturbed Mr..
'onjes.. at says, From Joe Page, the
ather of baseball in Canada, to
,olonel Til Huston. Have John TONES
roll Them Harry, you have been on
Broadway so long without being able
O tell what kind of a noise a lobster
nakes, you should blush like one after
is fixed up right"
BY this time Mr.. Sparrow emerged
rom behind the roll top desk. He
anccd at the register of the blood
ressure machine. 1t registered nor
1al and decreasing rapidly.
The telephone bell in the outer Office
ingled Harry dashed out to answer
t. This is Harry Frazee's Office
aid the voice. "Did you get your lob
ters?"
Yes, and they all look like Babe
.uth,' snapped Mr.. Sparrow, hanging
p the telephone.
Again the bell jingled, and Mr..
parrow picked up the receiver bit
ingerly.
"This is Harry Stevens" said the
econd voice. "I've just got some fine
,bsters here for Colonel Huston.
hall | put them on ice"
Put them in the East River!" bel
owed Mr.. Sparrow. He threw the tele-
hone to the floor, adjusted his blood
ressure machine and stalked out into
he rain. And Joe Page, the father of
aseball in Canada, expected to receive