Evening star., 1922-03-12

LATHROP SNATCHED !
smile deepened into a chuckle which
expanded momentarily and then ex-
ploded. He held his sides and howled.
Feebly he waved the press agent
toward the door.
Out" he gasped. Go tell Pop
Hillery-wow!-got tell him you want
to put a goat-a goat gland in his
neck. Whoop! Tell Rowdy-tell
Lefty O'Neil-tell the groundkeeper-
tell. ow, ow-whee!
Peter D. Quigley arose and saun-
tered toward the door. He looked
back.
do I understand that If I obtain
the consent of your players I am en-
gagged on the terms outlined?'
The senator's emotions made speech
His lachrymal glands overfiowed and
saline tears left the home plate and
progressed toward tho outfield.
Operate on EN-" he begged, put
wool on their backs and horns on
their heads. and teach 'em how to
say. Ma-a-a-a" Whee-ow! Go way"
Il co." said Mr.. Quigley.
He went.
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WHATEvER arguments the lit
erary electrician" employed in
presenting his case to the Seminoles
must forever remain a clubhouse Sc
cret. Perhaps Blinker Burke culti-
waited the ground a little in advance
perhaps the boys were hungry for
ghost music at any terms; perhaps
they were lulled into a state Of coma
by the elocutionary powers Of the
young man who addressed them. Let
the official scorer try to determine.
Suficient. that half an hour after
the seminoles had been soundly
thrashed, to 0. by the Salt Lake club
the slim figure of P. Dionysius Quig-
LEY emerged from the clubhouse. whis.
Ting blithely. and sauntered through
the left-field exit
Blinker Burke entered Lathrop's
office.
WELL" he said, II guess you have
to hand it to me as q scout. picked
up Quigley in just one hour by the
clock. The boys are all hoped UP
over the stunt, Don't forget got a
raise coming"
Good Lord" cried the magnate
"Don't tell me the team fell for it,"
Fell for it? OF course they did
strong! Don't you think they want te
eat? A little operation like that won't
hurt 'em. FiwS minutes under the old
gas and then "a throat bandage for q
/ few days: all the old pep back. gray
hairs gone. batting lamps trimmed
again: no more stomach trouble. mol
| boils nor bum arms! Pretty soft TO,
me! I'm going to get fixed up. too
and. II I was YOU"
He broke off suddenly and looked
! with deep interest at the senator's
throat, little to the west Of the well
| known Adams apple.
Get away from me-" sputtered La.
throp. Don't you look at my neck
like that, you old fossil. I'm Chris.
tian Scientist"
ITS all in the interests Of the
Ghost" explained Blinker.
well, keep away from me; let the
, Ghost go on the table,"
"rhat's Just the way Quigley put It
senator; we're really operating on the
Ghost You see"
II don't see and don't want to. The
sight Of knife gives me nervous
prostration. You birds can cut your
heads off. but don't let me in on the
details. Go on away: can hear the
squirrels calling you"
you won't let me explain""
II WON'T"
Bltnker Burke sighed and moved to-
ward the door.
"A week from Sunday there will be
double header and the Ghost
will"
chimed in Lathrop. Il know all about
#. get thee hence. Horatio"
"All right" said the trainer, but
don't get to kidding SO hard that you
forget about those fifty extra seeds"
The door closed behind him. The
owner of the Seminoles turned to the
afternoon mail, opened four envelopes
and emitted four groans.
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THREE days later Quigley broke
1 his story. Nine hundred city
editors contended with as many sport.
ing departments for the first rights
and as usual the city editors won
the story appeared on the first page
That is why all sporting editors are
confirmed pessimists. Any time they
get a real story. some unfeeling su.
perior appropriates it on the theory
that it is "too good for the sporting
page"
In this case the gentlemen who com.
pete against the tobacco ads for space
on Monday mornings called upon the
cartoonists for help, and the sporting
pages Of the Pacific coast press under.