The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1933-10-09


THERE'S Still some life left in the
1 Senators but not much. Goslin is
out at first, Terry to Luque. Manush
pops to Critz. Cronin singles to left
and Schultz walks.
Look at that big ape at the radio,
he wants to know what Schumacher
is doing. He don't know baseball, he's
one of these guys kept saying all
season the Giants would crack" Jerry
says.
One strike for joey Kuhel. Jerry
Fulbert harks back to his athletic ex-
ploits in that embarrassing, pathetic
way consumptives and writer's have.
Every writer and consimptive I've
known was at one time a semi-pro
pitcher or star halfback. They are
sure that with little training they
could hit their stride again. Jerry
once hiked down to st. Petersburg to
get a tryout with the Yanks but Pen
mock and Hoyt struck him out seven
times in succession. Two doctors
have already ordered him to Denver.
Florence doesn't know the first thing
about Jerrys condition. Nor, as a
matter of fact, did he up to a year
ago.
MC NAdEE is quivering again and
Iva exulting. Man and boyl That's
$4,000 for each individual player.
Hear that clatter of spikesp Those
are the boys coming in. Look at Hal
grinning. He's just boy, ladies and
gentlemen, just boy out of college.
st. Lawrence University. The boy
with the sheekskin grins sheepishly,
as Jimmy Durante would say. Here
they come!
1.-THE door opens. Terry is the first.
Terry, the man of many moods
through the season. Now Terry, the
Miracle Manager of 1888, humble and
childlike in his greatness. Yes, humble
and boyish. His face is open and
shining. Shake hands. Shake hands.
He's going to say a few words to you,
Terry. I give you Bill Terry, folks"
Terry: at was great, folks, TO sec
that old Luque pitch. Wasn't he
great? It's great to win the champion
ship. 1t was great club and they
deserved to win"
McNanee: That whooping, that
yelling, that's the Giants. Believe me.
they're happy. Fifteen minutes ago
they were tight and grim with battle
but look at them now, listen to them.
Pure joy, sheer boyish JOY. give you
old Dolf Luque, he's in his shirt tails.
Tell 'em, Dolfo."
Luque: II sank you for what you've
done for me-"
McNamee: There's old Honus
Wagner, folks, and Kid Nonchalance,
Blondy Ryan. The old and the new.
Two immortals. Ryan calls for beer.
Hubbell's drinking beer. The greatest
pitcher in the game. They can drink
all they want now. $4,000 man and
no mistake"
Somebody screams "Whoopee" into
the mike and another voice. shouts
Nuts"
Il OOK at that ape" says Jerry
LFulbert," she's ordering another
beer. / got an idea. had this idea
long time. If I could sneak up on
the mike while they're having one of
these national hookups and holler
something like this into it, Listen
1olkS, my name is Fulbert and I got
t.b. and gotta go to Denver If I'm
to live. My wife don't know about it
and I'm out of job.
Gould somebody give me Job for
a while so can make the fare?
Could somebody in Denver give me
a job? I can sling cases around like
nobody'S business and can drive
truck and I used to be a licensed
electrician. almost made the
Yankees once but I'd be satisfied with
tenth of BTondy Ryan's series split.
What do you say, folks? I sank you
in advance.
Il bet somebody would come
through. There's a lot of fans who'd
be glad to give hand to an old timer.
This doctor said a couple of years In
Denver would do the trick and Flor
ence would never even have to know
about it,