White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1926-05-07
THE GIRLIGIG
BY DOUGLAS MACK

Mac almost strangled.
It'll take some time to fix up your
contract, and get a uniform construct
ed. May l be so bold as to ask what
position you PREFER"
"Outfield,' says Bimbo Jones.
In about a hour, when Mac and
yours truly has stopped reelin', Bim-
BIO has made himself at home. He is
in Macs chair, his feet is on Macs
desk, and his lips support one of
Macs Havanas from hte lower draw
er. Mac advised him to make himself
comfortable, and coaxes me into the
back room.
Pep Carson" he rumbles, lis ready
for asylum. always was afraid
tryin' to pick winners would get him.
Bimbo Jones-outfielder! Why, he's
hippopotamus, not elephant"
IF he'd ever get to runnin,'n in
Inmates, he'd run over somebody. Do
yoyu think Pep really is crazy?"
well, I'm goin' to find out. I'm
goin' to have suit made quick, and
play this, bird. I'll find out, d"
Pep mentioned somethin' about
feedin' him." / thought of.
That's why I'm goin' to work fast.
If he eats like he looks, we need six
worlds series to let the stockholders
break even. You lead him out-feed
him, baled hay, imagine-and see
if old Blinksley can get a suit ready
by game time. I'll get it over with,
and then ask Carson for his travelin'
bag"
l goes through with my stuff, and
the tailor managed between laughs
to build the uniform. Ought to use
a scaffold," he remarks once, I'M
afraid. Bimbo don't seem to mind.
It's just whispers he don't like.
When lows my charge onto the
field it is almost game time. go out
near that flagpole," says, eyein' the
old mitt he dragged out, "and if any
fungoes come your way, ketch 'em.
Don't try to stop anything else. Big
league fans like to tease new players"
Can l play center?" Bimbo de-
mands.
Il think that'll be best. You'll have
to cover a lot Of ground, but you'll
have more room to get stopped in"
you're funny" remarks Bimbo
and l give up tryin' to hurt his feel.
ms. AS he walks toward center field
I didn't wonder that the team stops
practisin'. When the fans caught on,
and begin to howl, I watches Bimbo' S
back hard. It's going about it's bust
ness.
Lets see yer rum" echoes across
the field. Bimbo obliges, little trot.
The diamond trembles-from the
APPLAUSE that broke. l looks for Mac.
He's hid away in the dugout. l sour
ries to him.
! How do you like the fit?" fires at
him.
wait til come out of it," he re
torts, smart as usual.
Keith's circuit never had act like
it. Fifty so-called ball-players spraw.
lin and laughin' till they cried, and
fifteen thousand customers eggin'
them on. And Bimbo, broad-shoul-
dered hero, trottin'-no, by the eter-
nal, he was runnin'-t-owar dthe
| flagpole.
ooh, this is good" roared recruit
"Shut up!" flares Mac. To me: How
does he eat?"
"a double steak, two portions of
French fried, order of mashed,
canned corn, side order of bacon"
"Shut up!" repeats Mac. I obeys.
The game amt over half hour late
in startin', which was not bad, con-
siderin'. Nobody thought to bat CT,
more balls durin' the vacation, os BIN
DO don't get chance. thinks Of it
and tells Mac.
He'll get practise quick enough"
he retorts. "This gang will see to
that"
(To be Continued)