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Polly and Her Pals Pa Grasped the General Idea
OofiyrljrM, 1918, International New* 8erric«
By Cliff Sterrett
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bralth Denton. His nairn was like the
naims of the army ossifers in plays &
stories <\. h<* wtis vary hand sum The
only thing I didn’t like about him was
that he was all the time bragging. He
is the only West Point man I ewer saw
that bragged. Mo&st of them knows
better wen they git thru school.
I ha vent the faintest idee ware they
will send me. he toald Pa & Ma. My
only with is to be sent to some post
ware thare is plenty of action & danger.
Danger is my midde! naim, he sed.
The direst peril in the world la like
that much custard pie to me. I think
I grow taller A broader on a diet of
danger, he sed. Doant you feel that
way? ho asked Pa.
Pa Is Modest.
I think Ta was (mini? to say Yea.
but hr saw Ma grinning at him A he
sed Well, to tell you the truth, I am
not so full of Are & recklessness as
1 was wen I was a yung man. In
those days. Pa sed. I cud put my hand
in a mad dog's mouth with a smile,
or face the charge of a en-raged bull
without hatting a eye, but my advanced
Veers have sobered me down a bit &
made me think of other A greater things
than fitelng
Well, sed the yung man, Mister Den-
tion, it is this way with me, he sed
to Pa. I do not Imagine that I shal
grow less fearless with the added yeers.
In faek.I beeleove that when I am a
old man I will bo eeven tnoar dauntless
than I am now, A- wen the grim reaper
cuins ho will find me In the hour of
Deth as I ever was In life, unafraid.
That Is a fine way to be, said Pa.
You will And, sed Ps. wen you go to
the front, many things in acktual war-
faro to try yure curragc sorely. In the
dark days of the Civil War, Pa sed.
the days that I dred to recall to any
grate extent eeven now, I went thru
hardships & faced dangers that wud
have killed any ordinary man or made
him crazy. I wonder now A then, sed
Pa. that that terrlbul war dident maik
me reely insane. Dont you, wife?
oh, I Buppoas so, sed Ma Sumtlmes
I think you are a llttel dippy at that.
Ma Gives Him Away.
Pn got kind of red in the face, but
he kept on talking. My boy, he sed
to Mister Dention, wen you have gone
thru u baptism of fire such us me &
my braiv comrades went thru at Mis-
shunary Ridge or in the battel of the
Wilderness, or at Shiloh or Chancel-
lorsvillc. Pa sed. yjju will show them
how reely braiv you are. One night I
wa ; surrounded by a whole company
of cavalry Pa sed 1 newer lost my
superb m-rve. Taking advantage of a
blue mist that hung oav<y a gray land
scape, I mingled freely with The enemy
HE SEZ.
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WJl'TH it!
* THE TRIPLE TIE
A Story for Baseball Fans That Will Interest
Every Lover of the National Game
SYNOPSIS.
Gordon Kelly, a yourg North Geor
gia mountaineer, comes to Atlanta
to get a place with Billy Smith's
Crackers. It Is raining when he
reaches Ponce DeLeon and he is
nearly run over by an auto, in which
are two persons a man and a young
girl. The driver of the car is an ar
rogant fellow’. The girl makes him
stop the mat bine. She gets out and
Inquires if Easily Is Injured. |lhe
apologizes for her companion's
brusuue, manner. Kelly secs Mana
ger Smith anT tells him he has never
played a game of ball. Smith con
sents to fllve Kelly a trial. The girl
in the auto Is Mildred Deery, daugh
ter of Galen Deery, a crafty and
wealthy speculator in timber lunds.
Her companion is Forrest Cain, a
rich young man about town. Kelly
owns timber land that Deery would
like to possess. Kelly is invited to
the Deery home, where he is Intro
duced to Mildred. Cain hears Mil
dred order an auto to take her guest
to his hotel. He takes the driver's
place and carries Kelly out into the
woods Kelly thrashes Cain. Man
ager Smith tells the newspapers about
his new find and the reporters print
all sorts of "Joshing" stories about
Kelly.
Now go on with the story.
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given free with every copy of
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Far More Important.
•Id man had given his son a
ir education, and had taken |
) his shop. The young fellow
whs. over-particular about a great
many little things, but the father j
made no comment. One day an order
came in from a regular customer.
"I wish to goodness.” exclaimed the
ton, "that Jones would learn to spell."
•on.
anyt
ntor now : inquired
ully,
> ' offee with a 'k.' " I
1 never noticed it."
never did." said the
"You never notice
"Perhaps not. my son," replied the
old man: "but there is one thing I do
notice, which \ «m will learn by and
by. and that is that .Tones pays cash."
Speedy Courtship.
A man recently in New York laid a
wager that he would woo, win. and ;
marry within an hour a young lady i
whom, with his companions, he had just
seen arrive at the hotel where he was
living
There is nothing in the American
marriage law to prevent this dispatch ,
He introduced himself to the damsel, :
•he smiled upon his suit, a minister j
was called in, and they were married !
The wager, of no inconsiderable i
amount, was handed over to the bride
groom, who left with his bride the fol
lowing day. It was shortly afterward
discovered that the couple had long
been man and wife, and that they had
been traveling about playing the same
trick at various hotels.
By A. H. C. MITCHELL.
Copyright, 1913, by International News
Service.
TODAY’S 1NSTALLM ENT.
At the same time the newspaper
photographers unlimbered their bat
teries and began bombarding every
thing in sight. The reporters took
possession of the players’ bench and
passed intimate remarks with
their friends in uniform. The train
ing season of the Atlanta club w r as
on and Manager Smith, in full charge
was right in his element. Next In
importance, Judging by his own per
sonal estimate to himself, was Whis
key, the colored man-of-all-work.
Kd Gillespie, the groundkeeper,
had the field in fine shape, despite/
Ihe severe rains of the preceding
week, which had nearly driven him [
to drink.
Then minutes of tossing the ball f
sufficed. t
Batting; Practice.
"Batting practice!” suddenly yelled
Bill Smith. "Dunn, put on your shin
guards. Brady, go into the box and
toss up a few. I’ll just take first
crack at that ball myself. Gee. boys,
it feeis good to get a bat in my hands
again."
To Ihe player all the joys of base
ball are confined to batting and pay
days, and it Is believed that many a
ball player would waive his salary
if h© could make a base hit whenever
he wanted to. Every player would
bat for 1.000 If he could have his way
and pitchers would be driven out of
the profession.
Smith took his place at the plate,
a dozen negro boys spread them
selves in he outfield to shack the
balls; Brady went to the mound and
threw up a straight ball. Smith pasted
It to left and ran gleefully to first.
"A hit!" he shouted. "I’ll lead the
Pinch Hit League this year.”
One by one the players took their
turn at bat. Most of them hadn't ban
a club in their hands for six months.
Many of them swung wildly at the
ball. Their eyes had not yet become
accustomed to the novelty of the situ
ation.
Gordon Kelly, being the "kid” of
the party, was the last man to face
'he pitcher. He assumed the same
pose that filled Bill Smith with aston
ishment the day they first met.
Whisk y crept up to the players’
bench and stood grinning behind the
reporters.
"Here’s Billy’s phenom,” remarked
Percy Whiting, the dean of the re-
portorial corps. "Watch him miss
the ball a mile."
"He looks like business, anyhow,”
observed Murphy, a confrere.
Behind the plate Dunn spat in the
big mitt and pounded it down with
his right fist.
"Look who’s here," he cried to
Brady in the box.
"Whatyer got, kid, something new,"
demanded Brady, with a grin.
"The only way I know,” replied
Kelly, smiling. "If I’m wrong you
fellows will have to teach me some
thing <1 if”—
A Great Hit.
His remarks were cut short. The
ball was sailing up to the plate. Kelly
stepped forward and with a tremen
dous swing met the sphere fairly and
squarely with his bat. There was a
crashing sound and the ball, describ
ing a huge arc in the air, cleared the
bull by thirty feet and fell to earth
far beyond that rampant figure.
An ear-splitting yell, such hs e.m
only be. emitted by a negro under the
pressure of pleasureable exclterrjent,
issued from the throat of Whiskey,
nearly bursting the ear drums of the
three reporters seated on the bench.
"Some hitter, gem’men, some hit
ler. Wow!" shouted the colored at
tendant.
The instant he hit the ball, Kelly
dropped his bat and circled around
the bases with the speed of a Mott
Haven sprinter. Percy Whiting
jumped to his feet.
"Hey, Hypo!" he shouted to his
camera man, "come here." And when
that Individual rushed up he whls-
ptred hoarsely:
"Snap that fellow in tweny differ
ent poses—standing up, lying down,
roll over, Hay please, play dead and
everything on the calendar; catching
the ball, running the bases and at
bat—especially at bat. Hustle now
and we'll spring a good one In the late
editions of The Georgian this after
noon."
"Do you hit all the ptlchers like
that kid?" laughed Brady, as Kelly
raced over the plate.
"i don't know,” replied Kelly, pleas
ed at the question. "You seo 1 never
faced a good pitcher in my life. What
1 mean by that Mr. Brqdy," he added
hastily, running out to the box In
fear his answer had been miscon
strued, "is that I never played a game
of ball In my life and what T will be
able tp do with your pitching when
you get in condition and cut loose is
something 1 know nothing about. I’m
^afraid I will fall down hard. You
see all you did was to toss up a slow
straight one that time.”
"That's al right, kid," said Brady.
"No one ever made such a long hit
off me before, and If you can meet
the fust one and the curves the way
you did that one they will go just as
far—further If you pickle a curve
ball. Stick around, kid, stick
around."
Kelly thanked him for his encuor-
aging words and walked away.
• How fast can you run, Gordon?"
asked Bill Smith.
"I have done a hundred in nine an 1
four-fifths,” replied the recruit, with
a laugh, "but I'm afraid the recortf
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HEY told old Watkins, the show
man, that there was no use giv
ing his show in Kornshucks.
There were too many kids there.
Old Watkins was in the free show bus
iness. and others in the same business
had said to him: "The kids crowd in
ahead of the old folks and monopolize
the show. They absorb all the humor
ous offerings, and actually interrupt the
doctor just at the important point when
he unloads his wares, including cures
for toothache, rheumatism, and colds
and complexion beautltiers, at 60 cents
a whack."
These kids, as far back as tradition
goes, had spoiled everything in Korn-
shucks. They had Interrupted sermons
and lawn fetesand comic operas, and
once when there was a sham battle the
shooting could not be heard for them.
But in spite of all he was told about
ihose kids, old Watkins went on put
ting up Ins tent for his medicine show.
He merely listened politely to the people,
who wagged their heads and warned
him of failure. By the time his tent
was up the kids filled the entire land
scape hack to the horizon But he went
ahead.
About fifteen minutes before the time
2 sh w w. % supposed to start some
thing occurred on another vacant lot a
little distance off. A man built a bon
fire Then he produced an explosion.
H was iv» little explosion, but a regular
it ;ii i July affair. Then came more
cxplociu. s!
Along about the third of the sertes
the vacant lot where this was going on
began accumulating kids. They came
at the rate of 1,000 per hang from that
time on. By the sixth hang all the kids
in town were there, and only the old
folks were left for the free show’.
Old Watkins said: "You need not fol
low the kids to see what is going on
there, my friends. There is nothing
there but a bonfire and an ear-splitting
racket. But it will keep the kids occu
pied and happy, and we can now pro
ceed to have a show in peace "
"Hooray!" applauded the grown peo
ple. "Go ahead! Isn’t it delightful?"
The performance proceeded. The
mothers laughed and the fathers
laughed. Why shouldn't they? There
was no one stamping on their toes and
pulling their arms off. There was no
fighting and scuffing and crowding—
nothing disagreeable at all. Only the
refreshing jokes of the medicine man.
made up as a negro or a Dutchman or
some other inhabitant of the realm of
mirth!
Tt was great! They laughed and en
joyed themselves and listened with
breathless alarm to the dreadful things
that might happen to them if they did
not avail themselves of the providential
I chance to buy medicines that would heal
all known diseases.
The show was over q,nd all the money
j to he had was acquired hv old Wat-
j kins, the free show medicine man, bo-
| fore the explosions and the bonfire died
uown and released the kids.
won’t stand. You see I timed my
self."
"You timed yourself?" queried the
manager in surprise.
"Yes. sir."
Bill Smith looked at his "phenom '
long and earnestly. He said at last,
"Gan that stuff, boy; can that stuff.
If you don’t, you’ll drive me bug-
house.”
CHAPTER XI.
I T is to be presumed a ball player
would look foolish if, just as a
game was about to start, he step
ped to the home plate, faced the as
sembled throng, removed his cap and
sang the following from the prologue
to "Pagliacci:"
"E voi. pruttosto che le onstre
povere gabbane (V istrioni, le
nostr' (mime considerate, poiche
noi siam unmini di came e d'
ossa, c ehe di guest' orfann mondo
all pari di voi spiriamo V aereV*
He would doubtless appear equally
foolish if he sang the same words in
English:
"Ah, think then, sweet people.
When j/e look upon us, clad in our
motley and tinsel
Ours are human hearts, beating with
passion,
Wr are but men like you, fen' gladness
or sorrow.
'Tis the same broad Heaven above us,
The same wide lonely world before
us!"
There might be some scattering ap
plause. but a vast majority of the
unfeeling crowd would yell: "Cut
it out!”
Fine Men Among Players.
Yet ball players are men. They are
human beings, a fact often lost sight
of by those who pay to see them per
form. Frequently they are jeered and
hooted and insulted by men of a low
order of intelligence in the crowds;
men who would not dare to say the
same things to the players, if they
met them face to face on the street.
There are those who say the life
of a ball player is degrading; that
baseball is a trivial profession. Yet
the Governor of F’ennsylvania was a
professional ball player. So was
"Billy” Sunday, the revivalist. So
w’as A. G. Spalding, millionaire and
near-Senator from California. So was
Edward Hanlon, one of Baltimore’s
most successful real estate operators.
So was Ted Lewis, a professor at
Amherst College. So were hundreds
of men who are now successful in
other w’alks of life.
Things happen in baseball which
never reach the ears of the public.
There are tragedies and sorrows, joys
and happiness in the national game
that the outside world wots not of.
All of which in this roundabout way
leads up to the introduction to the
reader of Thomas P. Morrissey, fa
miliarly known by the sobriquet of
"Long Tom.”
For fifteen years Long Tom
caught behind the bat in the big
leagues. In his prime he was reck
oned among the best men that ever
■wore a mask. One year he caught
14S games, handling the delivery of
all kinds of pitchers—those that were
as wild as hawks and those that had
fine control; the ones that had
’everything" and the ones that had
nothing but a prayer; the curve balls
and the treacherous "spitballs." But
Long Tom had seen his best days
and he was now dow’n in the minor
All of which, in the roundabout way,
leads up to the introduction to the
leagues, with only a brief baseball
life before him. His fingers w’ere
gnarled and distorted. His right arm
was no longer the terror of base-
stealers. His legs had gone back on
him.
Bill Smith, manager of the Atlanta
club, had taken a chance and signed
Long Tom to a contract. He wanted
him principally to coach the younf
pitchers on his staff and he had an
idea that the hot Southern climate
might boil the old fellow out and
put him into something like his real
form. Long Tom was not old except
in a baseball sense. He had just
turned thirty-five, but in baseball
youth must be served.
Made Him Jealous.
Long Tom reported for practice the
first day. He arrived in the club
house just as the others began their
practice on the field. He slowly un- •
dressed and put on a uniform, and.
picking up his mitt, mask, chest pro- ,
tector and shin guards, walked '
through the runway that led to the '
field. He came on the scene at the j
very moment Gordon Kelly was
standing at the plate w’aiting for
Brady to pitch to him, and when
Kelly made that tremendous drive he !
stood stock still and w’atched the ball i
In its flight far into right field Then j
he turned his eyes on the young man |
and followed the tall, powerful, lithe- j
limbed figure as it sped around the
bases. Something in the sight of
the youth filled the veteran with rage
and Jealousy.
"That's the kind that is putting us
veterans out of the business," he
muttered.
He sauntered up to the group that
stood around the home plate and was
cordially greeted by those who knew
him of old. He was then made ac
quainted with the young players,
who, of course,while they knew him
by reputation, had never met him
on the ball field. Included in the lat
ter whs Gordon Kelly, who shook
Long Tom's warped hand and gave
the customary greeting. Morrissey
eyed the other critically and re
marked: %
"You're the fence buster of the
Southern League, I take it.”
"Nothing like that,” laughed Kelly,
"but I'd like to be.”
"1 guess you would, all right," re
turned Long Tom.
A Star Catch.
It wasn’t what he said, but the
half-sneering way he said it that
caused Kelly to look up quickly.
"You must be that correspondence
school guy I read about in the paper.
I see another paper calls you a ‘cotil
lion leader.’ Well, that’s w’here you
belong, J’m a-thinking.”
Kelly flushed and a look of surprise
came over his face at the sarcastic
tone of Long Tom. But he merely
answered "Maybe so" and walked
away. There were some unpleasant
things connected with baseball, he
thought. He could not understand
why Morrissey should go out of his
way to belittle him. Long Tom’s re
marks w r ere entirely uncalled for.
There was no occasion for them. He
finally came to the conclusion that
Morrissey was of a crabbed and
morose di ^position. Yet he recalled
having read columns and columns in
the newspapers about this veteran
catcher and there had been no word
that would lead one to think he was
other than normal in his disposition.
As a matter of fact, Tom Morris
sey's disposition was naturally peace
ful. He, like most ball players, had
had his clubhouse scraps, but they
had not been of his own seeking.
They had seemed to come naturally.
He had the reputation of being as
game a man as ever went behind the
bat. and by hard work and strict at
tention to business he had carried
the respect of his fellow players. But
his relegation to the minor leagues
had seemed to work a change in him.
The truth had come home to him
that his baseball days were number
ed. The realization of this fact came
to him on this fine day in March
when he saw in Gordon Kelly the
perfect picture of youth. Tt had sud
denly made him angry with himself,
and, contrary to his nature, he had
proceeded to vent his spleen on Kelly.
When Gordon Kelly walked away
from him, Long Tom continued to
keep his eyes on the young man. and
he watched his every movement. At
last he w r as interrupted by Bill
Smith, who yelled:
"A little infield practice now. boys.
I'll bat the grounders. The rest of
you go in the outfield. Tom, get a
bat and knock up some fungoes."
Bailey, Nixon and Long journeyed
to the outfield and Kelly went with
them. Morrissey selected a lightweight
fungo hat and began sending up easy
flies. He served Bailey. Nixon and
Long in turn and then shouted, "Here,
v’are. kid.” At the same time he put
all the force he could command be
hind his bat and drove the ball high
in the air and labeled to land far
over the head of Gordon Kelly.
With the crack of the bat, however,
Kelly had turned suddenly and raced
with all his marvelous speed toward
the center field. After covering more
than a hundred feet he stopped and
turned again, fating the grandstand
and an instant later the ball settled
In his uplifted hands. He had timed
the hit to a hair.
When Long Tom had signified his
intention of sending up a fly ball in
Kelly’s direction. Bill Smith suspend
ed his work to watch the result
"If he gets under that one, he’s a
wonder.” murmured the manager
Since the newspapers had spoken so
facetiously about his "world-beater"
he had become harassed by the
thought that he had made a mistake
in saying anything about the young
ster until he had demonstrated his
ability In a more substantial man
ner. There was little or nothing at
stake financially and that end of it
did not trouble Smith at all. But no
manager of a ball club cares to have
anything "put over" on him, so that
he becomes the butt of the baseball
public. When, therefore, Kelly made
a really wonderful catch, the worried
look faded from Bill Smith’s face, he
sighed deeply and his somewhat fu
nereal smile shone like a candle I
through a hollow’ squash.
"Is that your correspondence school j
ball player, Billy?" asked Long Tom
Morrissey.,
"That’s him. What do you think
of him?” replied Smith.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
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Ice-Kist Crankless Freezer
Just pack it
—that’s all!
The freezer
will do the
rest. No
crank to
turn — no
hard work
—no dash
er to clean
— no glass
to break —
no hoops to
fall off.
Be Wise! Make YourOwn Ice Cream
Of course, you know that home-made ice creams, sherbets or ices are
superior from every viewpoint. They are always sweet, pure ami
wholesome; there is a flavor and genuine goodness about them that is
not found in the general run of factory products. Besides that, when
you make your own preparations you know that the ingredients are
always pure, and that the can is clean and sanitary. The main reason
why icecream is made in but comparatively few homes, is the work and
bother connected with the old-
fashioned crank freezer. That
is one reason why the arrival of
Tire ‘Ice-Kist’ Crankless Freezer
will be hailed with delight by
every one who is fond of ice
creams, etc., because it elimi
nates the tedious turning of the
crank entirely, and produces
creams, sherbets and ices that
will make your mouth water.
That is one reason, but there
are many others.
DON’T” YOU KNOW that the enjoyment of a dish largely depends
upon the manner in which it is served? Could you imagine a daintier
and more appetizing manner of serving ice cream* than provided for
bv the “Ice-Kist?”
Write us to-day for our beautifully illustrated booklet, telling all about
the freezer; it is ABSOLUTELY EREE —and receive our free trial offer.
WESTERN MERCHANDISE & SUPPLY CO.
326 W. MADISON ST., CHICAGO. ILL.
COUPON '
Western Merchandise and Supply
Co. t 326 W. Madison St., Chi
cago, III.
Phase send your beautifully illustrated
booklet and free trial offer of the "lee-
Kist’’ Freeter.
Name . . .
Address .