Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-08-31

beef leaning over the frst-base box and keep
the other on grass cutters.
While the Bears were taking their turn at
the infeld, at least two players were missing
from the Blue Sox bench. They were Fog
Horn Fenton and Skeets Heating, holding an
informal conference in one of the dim passages
under the stands.
Listen, Fenton," Skeets saying You're
taking Mile to no more of those night club
joints. If she likes big, overgrown mug like
you that's her business. But the Pink Parrot
is a rough joint, and that's out-see?"
You're sore because I beat your time" said
Fenton. "Ill take Mile any blamed place I
please. You been waived out of that league
long ago. My DANES are my business. You
Skeets leaped for Fenton and landed flush
on the jaw with right. 1t did practically no
good at all Then Fenton swung. Skeets spun
around and staggered backward into post
Two steel-lke hands pinioned Fenton's arms
behind him. 1t was Sock Smith. you big
yellow dog" he Kissed into Fenton'S ear. III
see you after the game for this. Both of you
hop, now! Strubels looking for you. It's time
to go out" The three of them just made it.
EENTON'S rage seemed to 60 him good, and
his practice pitches thudded into Jimmy
Partridge's mitt like cannon shot, SkeetS' eye
was already beginning to swell and turn a
violet purple. The first Bear faced the plate.
Fenton pitched just eight balls to retire the
side.
When the Bears trotted in at the end of the
inning Skeets eye was no more conspicuous
than an airport beacon, and Strubel hoped all
over him. But all he got out of Skeets was that
he'd slipped on a cake of soap in the shower.
Strubel knew it was a lie, but he was too
anxious to win the game to bother much until
afterward
The game went along until the sixth The
Blue Sox had knocked Lefty Morton out of the
box and had two runs. And Fog-Horn was
making good about not needing any outhelders.
He was silent for once, sullen, glowering put
ting every bit of his smoderng anger into every
pitch.
The Bears were plenty sore when they began
coming up for their half of the seventh This
big back-country yokel was making them look
like lot OF monkeys Suydham, the Bears
second pitcher, came up and wagged his bat
lamely at three of Fenton's fastest
But little Morton Downey, the Bears lead-off
man, crouched over the plate and laid down a
dribbling bunt Fenton tried to field it.
stumbled over the ball. almost FELL and Downey
was safe without throw. Lew Corby next up
sensing that this was the big chance, laid into
one Tor smart single to right, and by the time
Jimmy MacLennan had the ball back to the
mfield there was Downey on third and Corbv
just barely chased back to arst
N @NA" SoA NaAiotAeAA lie DSSI CieaI-up man III
the league, was up there, waving a biz
black bat that looked like A. ounces of murder.
Fenton had already famed him twice, and no.
BODY could do that to Cal without becoming a
very poor risk for any conservative insurance
company
The outhelders moved back and the infield
was strangely silent Every man on the Bue
Sox team was thinking to himself "An right.
windbagl Now let's see what you've got ON
that fast one!"
Fenton was sweating like a butcher as he
raced Callahan. His curve was Sickly, and his
slow one lamentable, and he knew it. 1t was
just question of whether he could burn three
of them through there, and he knew it. Un-
fortunately, Callahan knew it, too
Fenton wound up and let fly Callahan met
1t squarely with that satisfying crack that
means so long!" in any language.
Fenton ducked. Hardly anybody saw the
ball. But they saw Skeets Heating take one
quick step to his LEFT and leap wide and high,
gloved hand outstretched. They saw him spin
half around and fall fiat They saw him half
scramble. half roll for the canvas sack on
second base They saw the lower half of his
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