The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1920-06-03

citizen, easily mistaken for pros |
porous travelling mantle clever de-
tective. Bringing up the rear were
two low-browed fellows-either pu-
gilists in ordinary or highly efficient
piano Shifters.
Iris Ford laughed. He couldn't
help it.
Although the team, with one excep-
ton, was not party to the deep, dark
secret. the players plainly shared the
relief which iris experienced at sight
Of Barney Larkin. They sang as they
put on their uniforms, and one would
have supposed, to look in upon them,
that they were preparing for morning
practice in the training season, in
stead of getting ready to fight for the
highest honors of the town-and the
popularity Of the home town.
Wild tumult broke loose at sight of
the Giant-killers, answering the yell
which had gone up on the appearance
Of the Phillies. There were the usual
preliminaries-all before cameras.
There was snappy practice by the Ma
tionaIs. Then the Giant-kiners took
the field, to timber up and get their
grip on the ball and sure fire into
their throws.
.Hit 'er outi"
An acute-sighted fan Jumped up In
his place back Of first, and ignoring
the shouts of Down in 'front.'" scan
ned the playing field from a point near
second base to the Giant-killers' bench
much as an anxious mother would
look for her lost child. Then in agon-
lied accents he demanded, Of space:
where's Win Shute?"
Ewes by the thousand travelled to
the edge of the clay-base path in right.
There an uneasy substitute was trying
his hardest to accomplish the impos-
| sible-fill the spiked shoes Of the king
| Of second basemen.
What, on the terrestrial ball did 1t
mean? Was iris Ford crazy?
Tardily, fifteen minutes after the
| hour set for the game to begin, the
| official announcer raised his mega
phone and sing-songed the opposing
batteries. The fans howled with de-
light when they heard that Barney
Larkin was to pitch for the Giant
killers, although they knew it, of
| course. But when the announcer add
ed that Pervis was to play second
base in place of Shute." the fans gave
loud vent to their disapproval. whats
| the matter-Win Shute hurt?' they
shrieked.
Around the vast assemblage, start
ing in the press box, flying through the
grand stand, leaping to the pavilions,
reaching at last to the bleachers, sped
the answer:
Hes disappeared!
Gloom. impenetrable gloom, settled
down upon a majority of the great
throng-those who had come to help
the Giant-killers win. Their quick
minds were recalling what the rival
manager, John Marlin, had given out
j after the Giant-killers dOwned New
York. They remembered every word
Of 1t:
ST want to go on record as saying
that Shute is the greatest ball player
! in the world. He wins more games
| for his club than any other man on the
diamond today-and winning games Is
what counts in baseball. He was di'
rectly responsible for two Of the games
| which his team won from us, and was
there all the time in the other two vic
tories. In defensive work he was cas-
ily the king-pin, breaking up our de-
Tense and making sensational plays
around second base. The record
shows that he led his own team in the
attack. say again-Shute is the
greatest ball player in the world
With him no major-league team woulo
be weak-without him the best team
would be seriously crippled"
Seriously crippled!
Over in New York a few feet away
from the ticker, which was announcing
the beginning Of play, Jake Stingel
and his friends were already celebrat
ing.