The Washington times., 1936-05-28
TelHn''Em
HeNewS,
An'How!
By KIRK MILLER
Times Sports Editor

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Times Sports Editor
You'd think after 66 years
Uncle Cark Griffith would
lose some of his baseball super
stition.
He hasn't.
Fact is, he's worse than
ever.
I sidled into a box seat in
front of Griff and Little Griff,
otherwise Joe Cambria, on the
opening game of the Athletics
series, remarking as I loomed
under their vision that they
were probably cooking up some
trades and to consider me an
evesdropper.
"Sit down." said Griff,
whether he meant it or not, sec
OndS after I was already seated,
and so there seemed nothing
else to do but remain, wanted
or otherwise.
Cambria Gets EUen
''Why amt you up in the
press box with them other
squirts," says Little Griff. You
see, Little Griff is the owner Of
the Washington farm at Albany.
He has been no little belittIed
by many Of the Washington
writer's, and consequently en-
braces any opportunity to belit-
tie us.
"WeII," says me, "you can't
learn anything in press box, SO
/ am sort Of sticking my nose
around fearing that might
stumble on to something and
have to go to work."
The Griffs were by then lead
ing the lowly Athletics by to 0
and both Griff and Little Griff
were in a genial mood, although
! find that Little Griff peddles
almost as many players back and
forth between the PhiladelphiaS
as he does the Washingtonians,
and should, therefore, have been
neutral.
Lord and Master
I fell to wondering just who was
Little Griff's lord and MASTER
Big Griff, sitting there by his side,
or OF Connie Mack over yonder
in the Athletics dugout.
Anyway, presently the Athletics
got a run to tie matters up and
deep silence pervaded the i'm
mediate vicinity of Griff and his
shadow, Little Griff.
Things dragged along in that
status for an inning or two, and
Griff became somewhat fidgity.
He was biting the end Of his cigar
and crossing first one leg and
then the other as fire radiated
from his piercing brown eyes.
Presently Griff said to Little
Griff:
ACU gu UVCA AAA ACAO
boxes where we can get some
runs"
"AlI right" says me, "lets!"
And so the three of us me-
andered underneath the lower
seats and popped through one Of
those grandstand cavernS and into
Q nice, sunny left field box; with
out a word being spoken en- route.
Across the outfield one Of those
"b. o." advertising signs glared
and for what seemed like minutes,
not a sentence was uttered.
Absolutely No NeWs
Presently washington made two
runs and a little later they made
two more and after that three in
o row, and the ice started to thaw.
Anything new?" I spoke right
out in open meeting, and the twin
answer came:
"Naw!"
"Isn't the wind sort Of cut
ting across your kidneys out
Of that grandstand exit?" / in
Quired of Griff.
"Naw!"
"Boy," yelled to an usher,
ego over to the hot dog stand
and tell Billy Smith to send a
top coat or blanket over here
for Griff-that winds going to
give him lumbagO, Sure!"
The errand completed, I ven
tured timidly:
"Sure there's nOthin' new"
"Naw!"
Turning to Little Griff, NUT
tered:
"Whatt'ya goin' to do with
Weaver"
"What Weaver"
"MOnte!"
"He's Griff's, not mine!'
"WelI, he'll be yours within
48 hours; cause Engel won't
have him at Chattanooga and
Griff's getting waivers on him.
Perhaps that's news. Good
day."