The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1936-10-30

ers group, five in NUMBER. once mas
queraded as kid" Mccoy, the one-time
middleweight boxer. Phil acted the
part, though pretending to be the
famed ,d KID ca%sed him ,1 s%ears nnS snt;
Sullivan decided to pay q visit to the
old home town, O'Neil, Neb. Their itin-
erary would take them from Butte to
ogden, then to Denver and finally to
the little Nebraska city:
One fine morning. Jack and Phil
boarded the train, all dressed up In
their sunday n s7Ethes s,ov a PES Rsasss ss.
party. Jack and the newfound friend
began to play pitch. Phil moved over to
another seat and devoted himself to q
book to while away the time.
A travelling man spotted Phil and
thought he looked familiar, but was too
timid to strike up a conversation. He
came over and asked brother JACK who
a flash Jack said, why, that's KID
MCCOY" The travelling man accepted
Jacks word and, in the role of in
former, told everyone on the train that
Kid McCoy was in car So-and-So. In
the meantime, Jack had tipped off Phil,
who agreed to "act wise"
Original kid" Was In West
The year was 1SuA dAio' Sottyna ooAy.'
Fitzsimmons was to meet Jeffrtes at
San Francisco on the 25th, hoping to
regain the heavyweight title he had
lost to Jeff in 1899. Mccoy was some
where in the west, heading Tor San
Francisco to challenge Fitzsimmons'
Mccoy blatantly predicted a defeat for
Fitz, ard from the time the match was
booked until the day Of the bout, was
spouting challenges at the Cornishman.
Phil did resemble Mccoy, and Jacks
story wa accepted by the train pas
sengers without question. The con-
ductor had wired to Ogden that Nc
Gov was on the train. When Ogden was
reached, there was a large crowd on the
platform to look over the Kid" Phil
suffered while being interviewed and
introduced. The train didn't pull out
est Sullivan boy. For fear that the
same scene would be re-enacted at
Denver, Phil got off the train at a
junction a few miles out of Colorado's
big town.
with giving out two interviews on the
same afternoon, n being sent out
hundreds of miles away, where the
kid" really spent the day.
ANODE BLUEJACKET GRATEFUL
Jim (Bluejacket) Smith was a big
fellow who knew how to pitch. Jim was
on the payroll of clubs in minor leagues,
also travelling teams, and has worn so
many different uniforms of so many
different towns that only a detective
or calculator could give the full data on
the Indian.
Jim put in a season with the Anacon-
da club of the old Mines league. OF
the diamond, he was hale fellow well
met, who liked fellowship, liquids, song
and late hours. Jim thought that the
early to bed" idea was fine for women
and children, but hat was all. He loved
c%onviviality and would seek out the
places where it could be found.
One afternoon, after a bad night,
Jim was sent out to pitch by AL Ioden,
against a Butte team. The game was
played on the home lot. Nearly every
pitch was spanked, but. fortunately,
the Smith teammates were making cir
Gus catches and accurate throws, so
that only a run or two crossed the
plate.
Thanked Mates for Support
After three innings of miraculous
fielding support, Jim; as ne reached
the dugout, addressed his mates in this
manner: :
Gentlemen, I thank you. Never have
I seen so many balls hit so hard; never
have I had such marvellous support, and
/ promise you that if you keepfu the
good work,@I will never again eat anys
thing that disagrees with my stomach:
I am a sick man, but from now on, I
promise that eating will not interfere
with my drinking. I'm going to just toss
EN- up, and I hope they'll be hit right
at you. I'm very tired, but not too tired
to say thanks to each gentleman on
the club, and that goes for the ball
players, too"