The Washington times., 1922-10-07
SQUIRREL CHATTER
NEW YORK. Oct. 7.-McCormick
was umpire at the plate yesterday.
But where was Gamma Walska?

Before they donned their slate.
gray monkey suits in this years
series. Colonels Rupert and Hus.
toms hired men were known as the
sluggers OF baseball. Today they
loom on the pastime's skyline as
the sluggards OF baseball.
Hence, we must take for serious
discourse today the subject OF sleep.
For sleep II was that snored It's ut.
most In Coogans pullman car yes
terday.
Sleeping Beauty. Alice in Blunder.
land, both were there.
We know what sleep does, but
no theorist can claim, with any
vestige Of authority what sleep
really is. Connie Mack. in his
famous essay. 1T isn't always the
end man in the minstrel show who
has the bones" said Sleep that
knits the ravelled sleeve Of care. -
Yesterday II was Witt who slept. and
as he slumbered in the pastoral
surroundings OF first base, Rip Van
Wrinkle turned over in his grave.
Witt-whose name today seems
more humorous than descriptive
half Of whose baseball name would
be base flattery-slept. No wonder
he got hit with a pop bottle in St.
Louis. Look at all the time a
marksman would have to get a
steady aim.
Some gallivanting and prankish
tsetse fly must have nipped our
pallid countenanced. haired
hoy. Some stray sponge. saturated
with dainty altar Of chloroform.
must have been dabbed against his
nostri's before he went to first in
the third inning and was caught
mapping.
They called the game the day
before on account OF darkness. They
didn't dare call II yesterday on &C.
count OF sleeplessnPss. There was
no insomnia on Wits part. His
conscience-up to yesterday-must
have been as clean as the clouds
that kiss the mountain crest. i
II the prize Of the series were an
alarm clock or a suit OF pa jamas.
which do you think Witt would Sc
leCt?
Let others tell you different-what
lost the game for the Yanks was
that same display OF consciousness
at its lowest ebb as presented by
Mr.. Witt in his own witty way.
After that the Yanks cracked
psych hologically. Everybody began
to boot the ball. Boot II? Yes, II
was a soccer match and propaganda
for the Step-over Shoe Company.
The next series--if the Giants and
Yanks are the pick Of the 1923 sea
son's wagon-will be dreamed In
Sleepy Hollow.
Weird things happened all through
the game. Remember, however. that
dreams are usually distorted. Don't
read Freud on the subject.
Groh. with Babe Ruth laundering
down the line to third In the fourth
inning thought he was block signal
on the Long Island railroad. Babe
caught the relatively minute Mr.
A.. Groh full in the front and carried
him along like the pilot Of the
Twentieth Century locomotive would
give rabbit IL free ride.
The fans joined in that antique
anthem. Men OF Harlem Give Your
Razz." They thought the Babe
should have refrained from such an
exhibition Of conduct unbccoming a
battering ram. But the Master OF
Maui Manor crushed through the
territory held by the Sir knight OF
the Thermos flash bat and My Lord
Groh retired from the fray full sore
The closely parked MULTITUDE
emitted a rousing boo" II was OF
the same vintage that on the day
before had been zoomed over the
head of Judge Kenesaw Mountain
Lands, car of all the baseballs.
What a remarkable word is "boo. u
Add a *" to II and you have
book" something to enlightcn. In
struct. entertain. Add a "B' 10 II
and you saVe boob" something that