White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1926-05-14
CONTINUED from Last Week.

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The first man up in Graney. He
fuses around and gets Cullop in the
hole. About this time Mac comes to.
"Say," he walled at the infield, "call
that dumbbell in ways"
Sure enough Bimbo is still obeyin'
orders. He is out by the fiagpole.
The infield startin' yellin, and WEIGH
and Burns talks excitedly in the sign
language, but Bimbo ignores them.
Damn" 1 muttered, "'why did
tell him to go way out there"
"Play ball." Mac suddenly yells, and
the team gives it up. Nick winds up
and shoots 'er through. The enemy's
lead-off man did his stuff to the Grip
pie; a Texas Lacquer pops out toward
center. At least everybody figgered
it as such. At the flagpole an ocean
lineer was gettin' into action. WEIGH
and Burns, desperate, started cross
lots, so as to speak. Still the hulk in
center kept on runnin-runnin'-
eyes watchin' that teasin, whirlin'
Ayy-ball.
stop EN-" cried Mac, leapin' into
the open, they'll be killed."
We got 'em stopped, but nothin'
even slowed Bimbo Jones. He was
runnin' now like the kind, only he
was easier to see He dived, rolled
ten feet, and came up with the apple
The field trembled.
: "I'm not so sure" remarks, a
, funny feelin' comm over me, that
, Pep Carson is ready to join the cue
koos' Mac can't talk. He drops onto
the bench.
who's the speed merchant" fiji
. teen thousand begin to ask.
The announcer hadn't done his stuff
"Tell 'em!" says Mac abruptly. runs
out and grabs the megaphone. "Bimbc
Jones playin' CENTER" hurls through
1t.
Come on, Bimbo Jones!" is en-
couraged by fifteen thousand throats
He does, right to the dugout, like a.
if there amt no game.
| GO back!" Mac Kisses.
But" Bimbo pants, lookin' from
| Mac tome, II don't think it's neces
sary to play so dep. L"
"Play wherever you want" Mac al
\ most sobbed. Bimbo trotted back, tt
where he caught the last one. CulloI
was SO upset he gives Jennings {
grower. The end of the big bat gives
it ride toward the flagpole. Bimbt
Jones got into action. Bimbo got tt
runnin' Bimbo leaped at the clopd
:. Bimbo snagged the hall! could
MT hear good, but l believe the fan
was promisin' him the keys to tn,
city.
He batted in Blake's position, sec
ond innin', and drove the first fade
away Collins throwed over the RICH
field screen. | finally got my eyes of
that fat slob driftin' unceremoniously
guess you'd call it, past all tn
bases, and looked at Blake. He wa
cryin'
In week any effort to yank BIN
DO from the lineup would hav
brought on violence. Where the BIZ
fellow got his speed from nobod,
could imagine. He seemed to star
slwo, but he manages to get there
and every other time up he punche
that ball where somebody amt.
Look at him." gloats Mac one day
while Bimbo is slidin' into second o.
what oughta been a single, "if w
could get some of that fat off him he'
be Twin streak"
Bimbo could sure extinguish the re
suits of god cooks efforts. Eat
Man alive, he used more fuel than
twin-six gas field. l speaks to Ma
about 1t; Mac don't humble his ar
swer a-tall.
Its against all the laws of athleti
averages, know, but 1t seems favor
able for team average. If we win tt
day, we're third. can hear be
buzzin' Jim, and it's music, but
don't wanta get stung, so just fee
Bimbo all his tummy insists on"
Sure" l agrees, my palms itchin
too. I've been Joachim with the Rec
logs ever since my arm and old ag
hade head-on collision, and Mac
who likes checkers next to baseba
persuades me to live with him. III
bein' widower and me bachelo
makes the ties more bindin'. Besides
Macs got daughter who voted las
year for her first appearance, and
kinda takes likin' to just chewir
the rag with her about the games, an
euual Sufferin' and-well the Weathe,