San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-09-16

Then all at once they was hangin'
on the door, it busted open, and in
come Jim Acknowledgement as a hat
ter, with Lefty Nubbin. the Goliath
club owner, his secretary, and half
dozen Goliaths right after him. They
looked like an Irish fair to me, and I
reached for a ball bat. l know Jiin
McGonigle. When he starts shindig,,
want Il weapon.
where's at big stiff Jones?" he
yells. "Lemme at the dirty black
mailer"
"Wbatsa matter, Jim?" l said.
"What do you guys WANT"
I'VE want at guy Jones." yells
McGonigle.
"Yeah, we'll tear his dirty block
Off" hollers Lefty Nubbin.
"Gwan, don't talk lille left-
handler" says Liz Cochran, standin' Up
offa the bench where he'd been set
tin.
This got Nubbin sore, and he start
ell for Liz, instead of JockO, who he'd
been lookin' for, Monty sorta silled
off to one side, by the lockers, and big
JockO come out from behind, and
herded Mr.. Simmons, Mrs. Simmons
md he girl on. into lie nex' rGo:.,.
"Whatsa matter, Jim?" l said in
Mac again, tryin' to cam him down.
But ca min Jim McGonigle when he's
mad is like pourin' water OH Il hot
stove. You cd of heard him sizzle.
"Blaclsnairs the NATTER" he says.
Dirty, rotten blackmail, see? And
we're gonna take it outa the hide of
the guy that pulled it, see! And then
we're gonna run him outa this league.
Where's at Jones. hey?"
There was shufflin' around. and
then here come great big gorilla
handed Jocko, with bat in his mitts.
Oh. baby!
Here he is" says Jocko, cool. like
he'd been through many's the storm
before this. "Who's lookin' for me?
Here l am"
"Yeah, and here I am" says Liz
| Cochran, stsppin' up beside him.
"And me-" chirps Waldo Blatt.
Present" says Jersey Day, linin'
] up with the rest
swell, for that matter, here ] am,
too" L says. 81 don't know what y'r
drivin' at, jim, but we're al with
Jones. What can we do for you?'
Little Miss Simmons was stickin'
her head through the door, to see what
was goin on. These Goliaths weBJ
watchin' Jocko. lookin' him over-his
-foot-two-hundred-po heft, and
great big fists.
!"Well?" says. Jocko.
"This big stiff" says Jim, talkin' 20
me instead of Jocko, has been writin'
Lefty letters for Il month, every day.
tellin him he'd knock him all over
the lot. And writin' to Smith, my other
left-hander, too, the same way"
"Well, didn't Lefty and Smith be-
| lieve it:' | said, laughin'.
| 1T was so," says Liz Cochran. let |
tin out a yell. "Jocko didn't lie about |
it. Jim-thrce doubles, triple. and '
four singles for the series, mostly off
Lefty Nubbin and Smith. He cert'ny
didn't lie about it,"
Its dirty rotten blackmail." hot-
lers Jim, while my gang busts out
laughin.
Jaw, c'mon, Jim, let's beat it outa
here" says Nubbin, grabin' Jims
arm. "This amt the way to handle
it."
by blankity blankity, I'll protest
this to the head of the league!" jim
yells as Nubbin pulls him out the
door.
| Wont pay to advertise" Jocko
hollers after them. Liz Cochran shut
the door behind 'em. / look around,
and here's brave little Monty Sawyer
leadin' the Simmons family party
| back into the room.
BY now I'm offa that guy for life,
exceptin' as second baseman. L
should worry how strong the old man
is for him. As for big Jocko Jones, I
was givin' three cheers for him every
time my heart licked off another beat.
ALA time he was writin' those letters
l hadn't give him tumble either.
well. Mr.. Simmons. we've just been
accused of blackmail." l said.
"How's that" he asks.
AYES. l heard some of it. and I-a2
interested. too" speaks up Miss SIM
mons. for the first word she'd said.
All the roughnccks loo'lS Mt her. She
smiles and then outblushes en- a
mile. though they was goin' some
themselves.
"S'posc you tell EN-. Jocko." l said
| saw, l didn't see any sense in this
autobat stuff-tellin' myself I can
hit" he said. foolin' with the hat in
his hands. so l got busy and told
them left-handers l can hit, sec? Fig
ured if y. oughta suggest anything.
y oughta suggest it where it'd do some
good. That's all l did
"All?" 1 said.
"All:" echoes the old man. My
dear boy"
"Hey!" yells Irish ODonnell. II
move we hand the prize package 10
old Jocko Jones. D'ya see them left
| handlers cave in?"
Second the notion" says Skinny
Buck. I'm SICK of singin' that durn
little tune"
Anyway" growls Otto Swarz1
heimer, "Monty's got our jack"
This Miss Simmons was givin' BIZ:
old Jocko credit the wav | was,
guess. He'd cert my grabbed rasty
situation in his two hands n minute
before. She stood up. smiled. and
reached out her hand to her father
for the money. lookin' at Jocko ALA
time. Her father scowled. for I'D
musta wanted the dough to go I'd
Monty He looked Mt Monty. but that
little devil saw which wav the wind
was BLOWN and got out from under
Either that or you get to give him
credit for bein' a sport. don't know
which.
Auto" he begun.
~What 'at?" wells the gang. sus
picious.
"0ughto make it unanimous" ht
said, and ducked.