The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-09-06
EARL WHITEHILL TO PITCH FOR THE BARONS IN HIS LAST GAME AT RICKWOOD PARK
Nashville Only One Half Game Behind BaronS And Have Chance To Dust Locals Dur ing Series
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pedrdnCe DeIOTe the TallDlruS whose hearts he's won, when Earl Whitehill. for three years a regular on the Baronial hurling- corps, faces the Nashville Vols {. at Redwood Field this afternoon. Whitey, who possesses that in- frequent and greatly desired com bination of left handed pitching and lack of eccentricity, has been sold to the Detroit Tigers of the American league, and will probably report to his new bosses shortly after the Barons close out the short Vol series here this week.
 Only one game will be played at Redwood today, though two are scheduled. Advices from Billy West. secretary of the club, Wednesday night. stated that the first game of that double header had been played in previous Noi-Baron series at Redwood, and therefore only one game will be played today.
 The single game today will be- [ gin at 3:S0 o'clock, and the Vol Baron series will be closed out with single games Friday and Saturday After that, lone series will be played later on in September, and the curtain will be rung down on the 1923 South ern league season.
 
 Young Earl WhitehiII has served those Barbns well, and off with only the best of wishes. The black-hnired. wickcd-cyed little chunker hns been fa- vorite with the fans, both species, since he first came to Baroniai town, and the game this after noon will probably resolve itself into something bordering on n farewell party.
 The Call of the Grid
 They're first across the tape, are the Bulldogs of Howard col lege. Thursday afternoon Coach Cope will marshal his East Lake squad on Berry Field and the grand handicap of 1923 will be on.
 Coach Cope stated Wednesday afternoon that his new uniforms. prospective Bulldogs and a score of footballs have arrived, and that he doesn't see any use de- laying things any longer. So Thursdays the day the Bull dogs begin week ahead of the other early starters in Dixie. Coach Cope was talking. to a group of candidates Wednesday. Boys, we begin tomorrow. It's gonna be hot, but l guess you can stand it."
 We'll" somebody in the crowd growled back, If we expect to. give 'em all the h.... we're plan ming, 1t won't hurt us to get used to little heat ourselves"
 
 Here is an Interesting sfdelight on the character of Stuffy Stew art, manager of the Bar0ns--in- teresting. if entirely true. It ap- peared i'm Marietta, Ga, neyvs- paper, under the caption, ..Dia- mond HumOr." by Cy Hawkins, who used to play ball with Stur- fy Stewart. Here it is:
 "stuffy Stewart, who is now the manager and second base man of the Birmingham Barons, is one of the most superstitious ball players in the world.
 Stuffy and were in the South Atlantic League in 1916. He will pick up a womans hair pin anywhere he sees one if lit happens to be small one He says he will get a single that day. If he finds large one, he says that means a home run.
 About six of us fellows were returning home late one night, We were going down the street laughing and talking when all of sudden Stuffy stopped us Whoa, Men! What is that com ing across the street?" Brother, 1t was black cat. What I . mean is that kitty was black. He was headed directly across our path.
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 "Stuffy said. Men the only way that hard luck scoundrel can cross my path will be over my dead body We thereby pro- ceedcd to make grand rush around kitty like he was trying to steal second base Well. 1t seems as if the cat had a date on that side of the street and he was determined to fill it: and the way Stuffy-stepped on the gas. he was determined that he wouldn't. Well. men. speaking of the Belmont Derby, that wasn't in it with this race!
 They headed right across a beautiful lawn which was beau tifully decorated with all kinds of flower pots. Stuffy picked ont two of the prettiest ones and knocked them down on the hard concrete walk. They fell with a crash. kitty thinking said crash was another midnight shoe bar rage, wheeled and turned down the street again, reaching for more gas in the meantime. So did Stuffy.
 Well, Men. I watched them pass under the third street light. and if there was any difference. if was a mules ear in Stuffy's favor.
 When we got home Stufry was just getting in bed. I asked him . if he whipped the cat. He looked at me kinder scornful like and said Let me tell yor something, Big Boy, if that cat had ever got across my route, I would have went right home and hitched up the mules and went to blowing cause never would have got another base hit this year. The next day there was an ad in the Jacksonville paper that . read something like this, LOST, STRAYE or STOLEN-One beautiful black cat. Last seen about midnight on Friday the 18th,
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