The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1939-04-28
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ELLIOTT
METCALF

IT'S the old and familiar
"Play-y-y-y BalI-l-l-l-l-l."
tonight weather permit
ting -.
And for you, Marse Rain >. /.
stay way from ouah doah i.
LII Of man Hong Arm
strong will be there, blue eyes.
red cheeks. heart a PATTERN
like the rain on a tin roof. If
ever a guy loved his baseball
it's HOng-Kong Arm
strong -.
You car look for Reno Odlin,
the grand banker guy, in his sea-
son box. A severe baseball critic.
but no second guesser. KNOWS
his national sport e.
Tony The Yutch" Buhre will be
there even if its an aisle seat. He'll
squeeze hot dog in each hand. a
bottle of pop 90 between his knees
and go into his old familiar coach
ing of players. A great one for
demanding that a batter sacrifice
a runner to second even though the
home club is IL runs to the good.
Scientifically inclined =.
OUer there in left field
Ernie Ayers WilI Uatch the
play By play, Wearing his
pants seat ont shutting from
side to side aChile pulling for
Tiger batterS, men on bases,
tielders after q ball. Once O
cOrking professional ball
player himself. Noa0 Just q
landlord and a bum hunter /
and fisher
Next to Ernie will be Dusty Hos
kins, the beef brutarian. tn be
the Dusty One who will second
guess on Ayers, the players and
Manager Hal Rhyme and always
come up with II told you So" Hos
kins played a game when a young
man. Grabbed stray ball and
ran home with it. You can't tell
him anything about the national
sport -.
Jack Quill, Tiger prexy, will
stand on home plate. hat in hand,
solemn expression on his face and
recite:
ONE hundred years of Baseball,
Turn back historic pages;
The game that's now a century old
Has flourished through the ages.
A hundred years of wholesome
sport,
Replete with skill and action;
A game that knows no boundary
OF race or creed or faction.
A game that's thrilled the rich and
poor,
The mighty and the humble;
Each knows the joy Of sparkling
play,
The tragedy of tumble.
The melting pot Of human souls,
Where elbows rub together;
Where banker cheers with trades
At the crash of bat and leather.
One hundred years of Baseball.
May II thrive thousand more;
Nav AZ shoxv m ,,-;nni,g rarnrd
When posterity asks the score.
r. N. VanDervart never misses
game. He'll be there in his an
nual seat. Van is known as a
praying fan" No matter what
Tiger is at the plate no matter
the score :. no matter anything, |
it's always a prayer for a home
run. Confidentially told me his
great ambition was to see a home
run made off hunted pop fly
which, he hoped, would fall down
the back of the catcher's shirt |
collar in fair territory. The human
race is odd, indeed Such an /
ambition! -.
Hugo Delin. another banker, will |
send his bassO voice roaring over
the field from behind the Tiger !
dugout. If Hugo missed game
last year, IL was only because the |
trout were biting at the full Of the |
moon
And DR.. Rudy McCrae, the
Array specialist. Boy can he
SEE THROUGH the game!
As enthusiastic and ercitedly
in lore icith the game noW
as he was those many years
ago lchen he played toith |
Connie Mack, his boyhood
companion -.
Then. there's the Eum-chewing
Allan Browne. never leaving his
eve off the field Of action, n guy