The Birmingham age-herald., 1922-12-03
By Harold Mac Grath

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 Hey, youw yelled Swan to the field. 'Lie down out there. You won't have anything to do."
 The man on second laughed, re- layed the order to center, and shortly after the players were squatting or lying full length on the grass
 Fine sport" said Murphy.
 I'm running this show" retorted Mcclure sourly.
 You'll be ashamed of 1t tomor- row"
 I'm ashamed of it now, Murphy, but can't have a dummy on the team If there's any way of prevent ing it."
 A very interesting phase of the game took place immediately. Pitch CT and batter both acted in pecu- liarly logical manner. Swan was a top-notcher. He was rough and bullying in his manner, trouble maker. but he could pitch ball. He was the last man in the world you'd suspect of being a thinking ball player, and yet that's just what he was.
 In a case like this, what would be the natural procedure? Here was 2 young fellow who had just thrown S3 balls across the plate or at it. He would be tired. He would let the first ball go by merely to get line on what his opponent had. So Swan sent in a thunderbolt, straight as a fiddle string. He would hang one up before this dummy busher knew what . had happened The next two balls would be like. taking candy away from the children.
 On his side, Lynn had already thought out what Swan was most likely to do. When he saw the ball start, he stepped up and laid the trademark on it. The ball struck center field fence before Williams, in center. was fully alive.
 To knock a homer on these grounds you had to hoist it over the fence But Lynn ran like a whippet and made the home plate by the prettiest slide imaginable. in three second margin.
 As Lynn turned away from ths plate, dusting himself, Murphy looked at Mcclure, who grinned.
 T don't say I'll give him con- tract, Murphy, but that was pretty work He outthought Swan; and yet Swan pitched a perfectly logical ball. But deaf man, handing you pad and pencil every time you want to talk to him."
 You'll get over that"
 I'll put him on Tuesdays game. If he makes good in regular game. my word goes. I'll put him on the bench"
 Now you're talking pennant stuff. The boys waiting for further or ders."
 Mcclure waved his hand toward tte bench, and Lynn trotted over and sat down. The suit he had on was his collegiate uniform.
 Lynn had accomplished three inn portant things that morning. He had gained friend in Jenkins, an enemy in Swan and grudging admiration from Mcclure. From then on they spoke of him as the Dummy.
 At was by no means contemptuous. It was handy. Ball players talk in drops, fade-aways and inshoots; straight English, somehow seems to lack punch.
 When Lynn took his place on the bench Tuesday, Mcclure approached and indicated that he wanted the pad.
 Where the devil did you get that new unform?' Mcclure wrote
 T had it made to order before I came south.' said Lynn in his pleas antly modulated voice.
 Mcclure laughed If there was one thing that got to him quicker than eius thiH5 tlSc IT as nerve, the Tett article. He wrote on the tab again:
 "All right, Win this game, and we'll talk business after supper to- night"
 And this is the way Robert Lynn, scion of distinguished family, son of a millionaire, broke into big league baseball.
 After the fourth exhibition game, Mcclure, who was a thorough sports Lynn contract. He hated to do this but he had given his word The young man was to receive s1 ,50O for the sea son. If he made good against the big fellows, McGuire informed him that he would have no cause to worry about the future. He added frankly that he was sorry to have deaf man on the team. The whole fighting ma- chinery would have to be readjusted; he and Lynn would have to invent a series of signals. The last thing in the world Mcclure purposed to do was to run out to the mound and ask for Lynn's pad and pencil.
 Late in May the whole baseball world was watching McGuire's re- markable find. The players, from Mississippi to Boston Harbor, called Lynn the Dummy. But the news papers chose nickname of their own the Iron Man. They dug up the phenomenon's record, the peculiar story attached to his misfortune, and the fact that he was rich mans son at outs with his family. They