Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1922-12-30
MY FAVORITE STORY
CTO BE CONTINUED
BY IRWIN S. COBB

John J. McGraw, manager of the Giants,
is willing to give chance to every appli-
cant who comes along ing place on
his baseball team. The method has yielded
him several good players, also at least one
good laugh.
One morning the club was at practice on
the Polo grounds when a lank youngster,
evidently just from the country, got inside
ting Enclosure somehow and made his way TO
w1Are McGraw was sitting on the bench
watching his performers cavort over the dia-
mond.
Mister McGraw," said the youth, I'D
like nightly to git chance to play ball
for you
What position do you play?" snapped Nc
! Graw.
Right field" stated the youth.
Cali right; grab glove and go out yonder
and show me what you've got"
The youngster shifted his weight from one
leg to the other and looked at him appeal
ingly.
Heard What told you, didn't you?"
barked McGraw. go on out yonder and let
me see what you can de-"
"Mis:er McGraw," }said the youth, I'm
strange" In this here town, and this is the
first time I've ever been up here, and I'd
like to ask you which is right field in this
park"
There used to be city editor Of Chicago
heart under brusque exterior. To his desk
one night, came a newspaper derelict-a for
mer reporter, ruined by drink, and now re-
duced to panhandling.
! Boss" he whined. I'm right up against
it. 1 haven't had bite to eat all day. How
about stalking me to quarter so 1 can get
some supper?"
The city editor produced twenty-five cent
piece and passed it over.
81 need money for a bed tonight, too" con-
| tinued the mendicant. I've got to have
somewhere to sleep, haven't ~
| His victim, without a word, hauled out
! fifty cents more.
Say, come to think about 1t, you could
| just as well make it even dollar" said the
| beggar. II might want some breakfast in
| the morning"
! "Why you provident son-of-a- gum" said
| the gver, always peering into the future!'
The hero of this story was one OF those
persons who accept whatever happens as a
manifestation of the divine power. 1t was
not for him to question the working of
mysterious Providence.
Misfortune logged his footsteps, yet never
once did he complain His wife ran away
with the hired man. His daughter married
ne'er-dO-weil who deserted her; his son
landed in the penitentiary; a cyclone de-
stroyed his residence a hailstorm spoiled
his crop and the holder Of the mortgage fore
closed on his farm. Yet at each fresh stroke
he knelt and returned thanks to the AL
ighty for mercies vouchsafed.
Eventually. pauperzed out yet submissive
to the DEGREES from on high, he landed at
the county poOrhouse He still was able"
bodied Until now his members and facul-
ties, at least. had been spared. The oyerseer
sent himi out one day to plough potato
field. A thunder storm came up but was
passing by when. without warning, a bolt of
lightning descended from the sky. 1t melted
hn Yl1nn rhcho ctrin nonc Nf
ments from him, singed off his beard and
hurled him through brush fence
Slowly he got upon his knees, clasped his
hands and raised his eyes toward heaven.
Then, for the first time, the worm turned:
Lord" he said, this is gittin' to be plum
rediculous!"
Copyright, 1922. by The Mcknight Synd-
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