The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1922-12-10

Those fool kids had accidently found
the hole. / went back to the hotel,
feeling blue"
And the man downstairs is Lynn
Yep"
But how did he become deaf?"
Il went to New Haven the next
day." Murphy related. He pitched
again. Nothing yellow in him. Just
one of them psychological things
professors CAB about You see, when
/ take a fancy to an amateur, /
look up the family history. These
Lynns have been licked, but they
never laid down. Well, he pitched
three corking innings and got a
three Dagger But he went high
sky in the fourth. 1t was darned
shame. Here was the making of a
great pitcher, gone wrong.
HE was the first man up in the
last fourth. The first ball-zowiel
He damned it over to Hartford and
logged around the bags. No yellow
boy could have done that. This
bucked me up. He could stand up
there and lam the ball when he
knew they were going to yodel him
off the mound. The other team got
five runs off him next inning. His
mates were good sports. They let
him stay. The next time he came
to bat he damned another homer, but
the wind carried it outside. And
then the pitcher beaned him
knocked him cold down and out. I
hung around until they got him into
the clubhouse; then l left the lot"
Il begin to see. That ball busted
his ears, Tough luckn"
Tougher than YOU know Listen:
1t hit him smack on the left ear,
busted the drum; and the right ear
went along in sympathy. That was
the dope in the morning paper Mac,
this was real tragedy. Seems he
was a rich mans son. youngest Of
four. Wanted to play professional
ball. didn't want to work under his
brothers in the steel mills. He had
fallen out with the old man; and
his busted ears left him high and
dry. Get in2 A great pitcher, with
a big future in front of him
knocked out like that. And no home
TO go back to, and no money IN
his jeans
That's mighty tough. ] feel sorry
for the boy. but ] don't see"
Wake up l tell you he's great
pitcher already Can't you get it?
deaf. He won't see anything but the
plate and Slatterly's fingers. And on
top of this, he's natural hitter a
rare thing in pitcher. Give him a
try-out, fer the love O. Mike!"
Mcclure got up and began TO pace
the room. He smoked rapidly.
"All right" he said at last I'll
try him out in the morning just
to prove if you know what pitcher
is. Mind. I'll give him a gruelling.
I'll have the boys use every trick in
the bag to fuss him. If he comes
through. il he gets by jenkins bat
well, maybe ZIP put him on the
bench
You've said something! > I've got
bunch. You're paying for my
lunches And Ill eat my hat II this
boy doesn't surprise you. Come on.
Let's go down and hunt him up"
Mcclure fused and fumed the fol-
lowing morning. He sat. cross-ieg-
ged on the grass, chewing the sugary
ends of the blades. He was angry.
He had sworn all his life he would
never sign up a freak, no matter how
good bail player he might be.
Boneheads he couldn't escape. but he
could side-step individuals who
weren't "all there" He, Mcguire,
would have to learn to talk with
his fingers, or forever and eternal
be sticking out his hand for the
tab and pencil. How could he bawl
out a dummy?
Nevertheless, Mcclure watched the