Evening star., 1939-10-04
Derrineer Is Too Good
With Follow THROUGH"

So unconscious did Mr.. Der
ringer become. keeping his nose out
of New York State by close margin,
that even today he never steps across
the foul line on ball field without
looking around for process servers.
1t seems that the big fellow.
carefree citizen out of business
hours, found himself insulted at
party couple of years ago and saw
nothing for it but to hang punch
on the chin of civilian. This hap
pens often enough II hear, but Mr..
Derringer, being pupil of Walter
Hagen, puts a lot of follow through
on his stroke and also believes in
taking divot. The upshot was that
he found himself sued.
What with one thing and another,
Paul was in no position to pay up.
He took his turn on the mound in
New York while the case was hang
ing in court, but when the beak said
Eight grand or else" Mr.. Derringer
suddenly found himself cut off from
New York and New England, with
their valuable harbors. busy fac
tories and princely deposits of zinc,
coal, apples, Goldfish and bismuth.
Two Player Shipments
Not Desirable
He could not pitch in New York,
Brooklyn or Boston. The Cincin-
natl club might have shipped him
around the lakes to Boston by way
of Canada, paying the customary
duty on livestock four times, but
the rest of the team still was going
by way of New York, and Mr.. Powell
Crosley, the Redleg tycoon. did not
see his way clear to sending two
separate consignments.
Thus Mr.. Derringer brooded just
beyond the New York State line,
advancing now and then to spit in
dignantly across the border, while
his employer tried to figure things
out.
why don't you pay up like a
man, Derringer?" he asked the
pitcher.
with what?" asked Paul, and Mr..
Crosley conceded that he had a
point there.
Finally Mr.. Derringer was voted
to the National League all-star team
in July. The all-star game was
booked for Yankee Stadium, in the
heart of no mans land, and Mr..
Derringer resigned himself to watch
ing the proceedings from box seat
in dory anchored just off the Jer-
sey shore of the Hudson River,
through a telescope. But here the
pride of the Crosleys rebelled.
$1,000 Punch by Paul
Might Have Helped
"I guess we will have to settle
up" said the Cincinnati magnate
II can't have my employees bounded
by the law. Derringer, old man" /"
groaned Mr.. Crosley. why couldn't
you punch a little less than $4,000
worth? Why not fve?"
Il don't know my own siren tn" F"
admitted Mr.. Derringer
"A JuulClOuS SCUGltlllcIlG WdS dI :.
ranged out OF court and on the day
of stars Mr.. Derringer showed up as
advertised, pitching pretty good ball.
He looked bit skittish, however,
and had to be reassured that Mr..
Arthur Fletcher, coaching at third
base for the American League, was
not summons man with the papers
concealed in his shirt.
Perhaps this same fear will hound
the long right-hander when he steps
to the mound in the first inning of
the first game of the World Series
at Yankee Stadium. Mr.. Lefty Co.
mez, the Yankees official jockey,
has promised to serve the plaster on
Paul as soon as he sets foot on the
field, and, while Mr. Derringer knows
Lefty is kidding, he would rather
have Mr.. Gomez somewhere else.
Paul is just bitter enough against
the whole of New York State to lump
the Yankees and the law together
and beat them both In fact, I have
an idea he will. This fellow can
pitch, as well as punch.