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About The Battalion. (College Station, Tex.) 1893-current | View Entire Issue (March 22, 1939)
f it It -X ^ 007 O^auf Uyztzfizn X It Is xprfciff and what does sprinc brine smone other thine*? You're rieht, baseball! Now I'm not a real baseball fan, but then stayine away from a earae is like ertttr k my teeth pulled. It . wasn't exactly time for the season, but there's spring training, so of course I'd slip off to go watch the boys. I always did like to see them in action. This particular morning' I went down the street to the ball park. It was the first day, and I was curious to see what they had to play with this sea son. I didn't see much of what they had becauah an old felow began tell- . ing me a long yarn the moment I sat - down. V I sat down beside him and began to chat abput the team's chances of win ning the p< nnant. Baseball was in his blood. I could tell by the way his eyes lightsk up at a good play and how they frowned on a bad one. It was during the rest period that he be gan to unlimber his yarn. It happened a long time ago, he said, but I can see it right now. The y season was pretty good to this cer tain team; they had plenty of good players, one in particular. His name? Well, it isn't important nour. He was a cockey young chap that wouldn't quit. He had all it takes to play good ball. A slugger, a'runner and a good fly chaser. I began to get uneasy. Was this guy going to talk all day and not say anything? Well, just about that time j he began to tell about the last game of this certain chap. We were playing at home, he said. The home team was in high class condition and it was the pennant game. The game wasn't going to be easy, but they knew they would win. The umpire called the game and it started. Callan, the leadoff socked one that nearly-took the glove off« the short stop's hand, but after a moment?* juggling he finally threw to first. It was too late and they had a man on first. Our pitcher settled down then and the next two men up went down swinging. The fourth man caugh the apple just right and over the fence ij went. Two runs. It's a cinch that both you aad I know that two runs in the first inning of a p*-nnant-game is something, but this old fellow went right on as if nothing had happened. Everything, he said, went along awell, the game was still two and nothing but there were stall four more innings to go. We got a run in the sixth but in the eighth we were still one run behind. The -boyfi were beginning to get worried. The young chap was still as cocky as ewer. He didn't suspect that his cockiness had rubU-d the boss the wrong wmy. This game was his last -chance to quit clowning and settle down. Yeah! I know I said he was good and he was, when he wanted to be good. That, was the reason the boss was getting a little fed up and was willing to ship him back to the minors. This game <#*• to t||l the story. Everyone on the team * knew it hut him. The ninth and last inning rolled flpfemd. The first three men up were. Jake, Willie and this kid I'm telling you about. This was a piece of luck for the kid because he was foil* > two good men. All he had (a do was hit the ball. ^ Jake got a double and Willie singl ed. That put Jake on third and Willie on first. The youngster came up to the plate swinging two bats and sing ing a song. Yeahj he wss like that-- always happy. The first pitch went by for a called strike. The next a little wide for a ball. The third came in and broke fast; the kid, nearly swung himself around trying to hit it. The count was two and one. But it only ulu-s one to hit the ball, so the guy was still grizufcng. The next came over for a called ball Two and two. By this time everyone in the stands was up and shouting 4 for him to clout the apple. The pitcher dusted off his hands, took a firm grip on the hall and sent it down the alley. I mean right in the groove. Just what the batter wanted. He saw it coming and braced himself for the swing. How tbht boy swung. Xii l V- m ;iv his. heart, his foul went mto that bat. The stands roared with new fever, then died quicjdy. He has nhosed. / The game wps over, and the young ster was through. He was hack in'the minors. This hurt him so badly that he gave up baseball. He would have had to quit the next year anyway, a train ran over jus leg and they had to amputate. Practice wa* over so we got up to .leave. I wan't so satisfied with the ^ story, but it teemed to have pleased the old man that I would listen. '» As he left, he turned and waved and then limped off THE CASE HISTORY OF A LOAN OR HOW TO WIN ENEMIES AND AVOID CREDITORS Saturday ' 4m, • thanks, paL Pay you back toniRht. Any time I can do a favor for iim-. . V 41 H: Tonight- \it —(Indicates silence on question of two bucks.) Tuesday jf^y, that's right. Almost forgot. Well, I’m expecting a check Friday. Friday—Da you have to bother me! now? Really awfully busy. Next Mnfriay My God! Yon act as if I wpn's going to pay you! * Following | Wed.—All right, all right—don’t g t huffy. Fri. again-—There for God’s sake! I hope that drill satisfy you. What a Midas you turned out to be. Well, you can’t aay I never came across for you. —Punch Bowl L. _ Smart. Got something in your eye? Smarter: No, I’m just trying to ; '• .i- look through my thumb. Toastmaster (introducing the speaker)—-I'm sire that Mr. Jones of the Soils and Fertiliser Depart ment, will gjve us a pleasant half- hour. He's just fill of his subject. —Whirlwind 1 MARCH. 1B39 * *{ • • I • it * i * * ■ «« I : * , i i i • U ♦ ■ ■ -? , I £ i IS 1 - • •- I 'if ■ ; J ' l A ** * * I *