The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-06-24
TWO PLOTS TO KIDNAP OUR H. R. PITCHER
 ARE STYLED
By Head Office Boy.
Special to The Times)


 Hartford, June 24-Excitement was about at big as those mountain sized waves old sea salts talk out, at 1 a. m., today at the Derby camp, at the Hotel Savoy.
 Two montrous plots to kidnap Home Run Ed Stauffer were thwarted by the ightning-hke foresightedness of Gene McCann. who is always on the job.
 I smelled the rat right off the bat when I detected Pilot Gene extricat- ing his 23 revolving and resh hooting Automatic from Trunk No. IT con- taining his assortment of Versailles silk socks and Finnish striped Morn ing Glory Shirts.
 Whats up, Gene?" says I.
 'I just got wise of there being one of them gum shoe scouts around here trying. to sign up Home Run Ed Stauffer with the outlaw Win sted team. He's offered Ed S5,000 for the rest of the season and a S25O bonus for eveery home run he raps out. Have you seen Ed?" excitedly quizzed Gene.
 Stauffer Shows Up
 NO. Gene, not since I saw him standing on the corner, and the excitement was submerging in come Lehigh Ed in a breathless state and highly befuddted, something like hys- teriia, of elation.
 Never saw you out so late" says Gene to Ed. Must have had some
 .Yes. yes yes" replied Ed as he stroke the beads of sweat from his fore dome. ''Yes, yes. yes. I'll tell you the whole thing. Saw some flappers, Oh, gee. my nerves are shooting at high tension.
 Don't get unduly excited and talk slowly and don't try to cover up any ing good ball and I'll make the fine light as possible for staying out after the 10 D. m- limit.
 Joe Smith Involved
 ''It was like this,'' started Ed at Norwich speed. Joe Smith and me decided to spend the evening at Flap per Beach, at Capitol Park, crossed the road from the old ball park, and them fairy bugs in all my life. They were two slim danes with light vel low curly hair and bobbed and tog- ged out in dresses like sawed-of asols on which were elaborately em- broidered green. harps, the symbol Of Ole Ireland.
 'It was like this. They iptruded boldly in on us when we were sitting in a dark spot under a tree trying to memorize those new battery signals down to perfection to use in the next game we work in, in Brldgeport: ana me and started to hum that old fash toned song we used to hear when we played in the Vermont League. think Maggie Cline sung something Ilxa me 9da Q 9 fortune L. My sweet Vermont posey, Let's link up and be cozy For the rest of our lives. We'll live in the skies, On a mountain top, in a bungaio" Up where the violets grow, Where betting parties are all the go.
 T forget the chorus, but the other flapper who kept eying me, said:
 ''I know you fellows. You'se are Gene McCann's champeem battery when the score is 10 to in your fla vor. We gave in and confessed we we're. revealing our indentity with out further futile argument.
 Being married and not having any special desires of getting tangled up Joe I'm going, but Joe eNpostulate He said the foot he got spiked in the Pittsfield game was still sore ana ne would have to rest up under the tree SO So l said so dong Joe and beat it back on a bee-line to the hotel (Ed started to breath easier at this iuncture)
 "You did just right Ed, I will not fine you for this once but do not stay out late again nights Take my advice I've played in 36 leagues and know these f1appers have evil design on hall players. Always keep tight aold on your pocket book.
 "J hone. added Gene Joe Smith will get back by game time as want hi i'm to catch I only have two other left and I don't want to start i'm too hard on Bernie Starr and Carl Johnson.
 P S.-Tm going to stop off at New Haven to interview Babe Ruth In Sundays game at Weiss Park.