White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1926-05-07

"HENTLEMEN!" was the sarcastic
u greetin' of the telegram, this
will make you acquainted with Bimbo
Jones, blacksmith by trade and ball
player by instinct. If he don't put
the Redlegs into the worlds series
I'll but stogie for every one Of his
222 pounds. Feed him, work him,
and grab the results. Pep Carson, go.
getter extraordinary"
Mac fingered the blamed thing like
it was black hand effort. He read
it three times before the explosion
HE knows 1 hate stogies," he
roared, pushin' the sheet at me.
reads and choked laugh down to a
grin.
"Pep's a regular confidence man.
states.
always was" Mac snaps. cal
ways putin something over on the
club-owners and me. Who ever heard
of elephant playin' in the big
leagues? I've part of notion to not
let Bibbo in the park"
"Bimbo," corrects, after I has
looked to make sure. Wonder what
he does"
Couldn't be anything but a pitch
err" says Mac, gloomy. He was des
perate to land classy outfielder
Was the missin' link for us. Potts
and Roger is the leagues best bat
terry, and Cullop uncoils neat left
arm. The infield is fast and WEIGH
and Burns in the ,outfield leaves
nothin' to be asked for-nothin' more
than another sidekick. Blake tries
hard to fill the bill, but he amt major
league caliber. Mac stands it till
July and then he cornered Pep Car
son and the other two scouts, and
tells 'em what they got to do between
them. Pr
Cali ask Of you dumbbells," he
says, "is to go out in the high grass
and send me bloke what can field
better'n Speaker, run rings round
Eddie Collins, think EASTERN Ty Cobb
and"
"Hit 800!" interrupts Pep.
"You know I'm not unreasonable,
Mac comes back. "If he can hit 40(
won't kick"
After an hour of such Interruptions
and reasonable comebacks the three
wise men departs.
Baseball scouts and prohibition,
Mac gives vent to his feelin's, "are
birds of feather"
How SOP" l am always lookin' fol
new gags.
"They don't do what they set out
to do"
We eased along for two weeks
just holdin' our own-and not hearin
from our wanderin' purchasin' agents
Then that telegram arrives bringin
the confusion l told you about
Thenceforth, we watches for this
Bimbo with interest
When he finally shows up coult
only think of ocean liner steamin
into port BY the look on Macs face
fgger he's thinkin' of a battleshiI
and wishin' he was gunner. He got
redder and redder as the pompous
hulk stood there lookin' on. l was
shocked, too. l thought this Bimbc
would be a Goliath, and he was
almost short, and fat.
"Well?" asks Mac, when he gets
his third wind.
I'm Bimbo Jones'" the hulk an
nounces, like he was offerin' us g
worlds series and a million dollars
to boot.
I'm takin' your word for it," re
plies the boss. "Your card won't be
vital"
when do l start?" says the only
cool man in the crowd, 49,
"Oh, you mean to play ball? Why,
we generally play durin' the day. At
night the lightin' amt any to good,
and"
II won't need any light to hit these
pitchers you leagues got. l shod
jeremiah Simpsons gray mule in the
dark on a bet"
"I'll gamble you bought farm
with the winnin's," Mac responds
warmin to his subject.
No, l bought some cigars and give
EN- to that freak scout of yours,
Bimbo shoots at him, unexcited.
Macs gray. eyes flash, and he whis
pers to me: Maybe this bird has
got brains" l laughs, and Bimbc
suspects somethin
People round my ranch" he cuts
in, talk out loud. But that amt
here or other places. When do !
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