The Tucumcari news and Tucumcari times. [volume] (Tucumcari, N.M.) 1907-1921, 1919-05-15

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According to Stewards look. that
Tommy should havs Immediately
dropped dead.
Turning to the next, he said. "Cur
" for the love O. Mike. who Is her"
Curly, with q knowing look. an
swered, "E runs the Kings Arms
public 'ouse. down Rye lane"
With q 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 q superior air,
turned In the direction OF the two de-
jected Tommies, and answered, "John
MacGraw, why everybody knows I'm /;
q was the fellow In the London Scot
fish who clicked 'cruclfxion' for
stealing the rum issue at 'wipers'. II
was a lad. not art he weren't"
A Kissing noise issued from Stew
arts lips, and he seemed to collapse
like a p%unctured toy balloon. After
a few seconds he Strengthened up and
q look 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 II sink In deep.
John McGraw Is the manager Of the
New York Giants. He Is q baseball
player; get itf 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 EN- a cricket bat with their
name inscribed on 1t and pays their
passage to England. Get me7"
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 yer By a Mr.. McGraw. At
this I 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 60
ing to send down to the ordnance
corps and get a dozen gimlets and
some tunnels. With these gimlets I'm
going to bore holes in your 'nappers.'
and using the funnel I'm going to pour
into those garrets Of yours a little
brains. Then, after you've acquired
gray matter, I'm going to teach you
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
at, because I know the Job will put
me there"
The Tommies did not take excep-
ton to his pointed remarks about their
lack Of brains. They overlooked this
because they were very eager to learn
how to play baseball.
A chorus Of, go to hit, Yank, that's
what we want; something new out
ere In this bloody mess of mud and
Coolies"
Stewart said that we would have 70
talk the matter over. and reckoning
to me. went in the direction Of the
billet. I followed. He then outlined
his scheme.
We were to form two baseball
classes. Stewart In charge Of one, I
the other, On the plaster OF the billet
we carefully scratched out a baseball
diamond, and then called the Tommies
In. They sat around like little chill.
dren In a school, eagerly intent. For
two hours we explained the game to
thnrn yNhnn u-a not thrn,nvh thou, oil
knew how to play baseball-on paper.
We dismissed them, telling them an.
other class would be held the follow
ing afternoon. That night, Stewart
and !. around the stump of a candle,
went into details for organizing two
teams Everything appeared rosy. and
we were highly Jubilant. A Tommy
Gently asked:
II sye, Yank. isn't It necessary to
ave byseballs and clubs7 We cawn't
very well ply without EN-"
This was a bombshell to us. In our
eagerness and excitement we had quite
forgotten that bats, balls and gloves
were necessary. I thought Stewart
"uS bbllb u ULTSt. Letting out II wen,
I'll be blowed! - which nearly blew the
candle out. he turned a silly look In
my direction, and I looked Just as
cheap.
Az last the Tommies had stumped
us. and we could see our reputa''.1
fading into nothing. A dead silence
reigned for over Ave minutes. Then
Stewart started madly to open his hav-
ersack. ! thought he had suddenly
gone crazy. ! reached my hand In the
direction Of my ~bayonet. fearing that
he was looking for n Mills bomb.
When he drew his hand out, hanging
10 his fist was a writing pad. I let go
OF my bayonet. Borrowing a pencil
from me tStewart was always borrow
ing), he started writing. I thought per.
haps he was going to commit suicide
and was writing a farewell letter home.
and asked him what was up. He
whispered 10 me:
"Emn we'ra two hloojv foola not %