Evening star., 1920-05-16

here. Come on down and cheer him
up
"All right, Jawn." says I. "Come.
Sully. let's mingle with the low-brows
a while''
Say. pop" he whispers. "was-was
that Mister McGraw himself?"
Sure thing" says l. "Muggsy and
no other"
And for the first time that day feels
Sully's hand slippin' into mine and
grippin' it tight. / don't know whether
he was breathin' or not as we edges
onto the bench with all Of them great
men. Anyway. l couldn't get a word
out Of him. Not even when introduces
him to Larry and Benny Kauff and tells
'em If they stick around long enough
here's someone who's workin' up a de-
livery that'll have 'em fannin' the air.
Suly's eyes are stickin' out like pair
of doorknobs and he can't be pried an
inch away from me.
Course, Larry Doyle has to remind me
of the old days when we first met up
out in Colorado and how / once staked
him to a hotel bill when his bunch of
bush leaguers went stranded. And
another Coney Island party lately like
that one back in 1905 And a couple
more old-timers strolled up and swapped
grips.
Then the gong rang and we climbs
game is called. And through it all Sully
sits there, watchin' every ball come
over the plate and every play made.
And he hears the sport writer's dis
cussin' among themselves whether So
and-so should get an error for not ne
gotiatin' that fast low one. or who
earned the assist on that lightnin'
double play. He was close enough so
he could listen in on the josh that's
handed a player who's been nipped at
third on a steal, or the remarks OF a
with two on bases and wants to unload
his opinion Of the umpire without losin
few days pay for it.
Yes, kind of think there wasn't any
body in that big grandstand or in any
Of the bleachers that got more real
than certain youngster who never let
out a sound but nudged me in the ribs
with his elbow about every two min
utes. And when it's all over, and we
streams out with Grant Rice on one side
and Johnny Ward on the other expect
he was happy kid.
I was lookin' for him to cut loose with
the wise sportin' comment durin the
ride home in the train, but 1t don't
come. He just snuggles up to me in
Once in a while l noticed him glancin'
up at me sort Of curious. like he was
Just gettin' acquainted. but that's all
I couldn't quite make him out.
It's kind of late when we gets
home and Of course the tea party is
all over Sadies waitin' dinner for
us, lookin' sort Of tired and dissatis-
fed.
well" says I, by way Of breakin'
the ice. II expect good time was had
by all?"
Il hope So"
"Ali the noble males showed up. did
they" l asks. "and displayed their
best parlor manners?'
"Humph!" says she. Il suppose 1t
was their best. Most of them gath
cred in the library and smoked. leav-
ing Pinkcney and the Reverend Tut
to do all the talking to the ladies'. The
only one 1 could coax out to the tea
table was Boomer-Day. and he drop
ped a mayonnaise tomato sandwich on
Mrs. Horizons satin slipper. Such an
impossaible lot of men,
'Too bad I hadn't stayed to bring
up the average" l suggests.
"You." shifts Sadie. Il suppose II
you had you'd have hidden in the
basement. I'd like to know what use
you are anyway. Shorty McCabe"
"Ah, say, mom.' breaks in Sully.
you don't know wotcher talkin' about. ;"
why, Sully" gasps Sadie. What
on earth do you mean by saying such
thing to me?"
"Well, you DON'T insists sully. my