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About Will Maupin's weekly. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1911-1912 | View Entire Issue (April 7, 1911)
going to experience some trouble before he
gets on the salary list of another club. We
will miss Artie, but as he is not the only
ketcher by a few we'll have to wiggle along
COMING ALONG WITH THE DOPE
FOR THE LOVERS OF SPORT : : :
lie thought that Sunday baseball was a
mighty wicked sin,
Its horrible depravity he never failed
At dawn of early morning to denounce it
' he'd begin.
And all who rather favored it he said
would go to hell.
To ask a chance to watch it he considered
quite a crime,
As bad as robbing houses and far worse
than sucking eggs ;
But he thought it meet and proper to be
putting in his time
In piling up the dollars pulling other
lie never deemed it wicked to go whizzing
'round the place
Upon a sunnySunday in his auto built
But to sit upon the bleachers with a smile
upon the face
lie thought was something awful, quite
a heinous crime indeed.
He never thought it wicked to devote a
To framing up some measure to ac
quire some fellow's hide;
But the thought of Sunday baseball caused
his solemn soul to grieve,
For such a wicked pastime his clean
heart could not abide.
He thought it meet and proper for six days
in every week
To make his servants labor, and ten
hours every day.
But it was wicked for them just to even
think or speak
Of taking recreation on their only
He could drive his speedy auto every Sun
day, to be sure,
Or see. a game in mid-week without
losing any wage; , -But
ball upon a Sunday that he never
And the very mention filled him with
a deep religious rage.
He summered in the mountains and he
wintered in the south,
And lived upon the profits of his toil
ers in his shop ;
About the "joy of labor" he at length shot
off his mouth,
But mention Sunday baseball and with
rage he'd fairly hop.
He prated of the gospel and its wondrous
powrer to save,
And said from every being all of evil
it would rub ;
Then confessed by all his actionss and the
way he'd rant and rave
That he put far more dependence in
a legislative club.
rFrom "Musty Meditations of a Miserable
Misanthrope", by Levi Knapp,
Just two weeks from today and Herr
Unglaub will trot his blushig Auntylopes
out upon the sod and sic 'em on the shaggy
grizzlies from the feet hills of the Rockies.
You've heard of the brand of whisky, one
drop of which on a cottontail rabbit's tongue
would make it go out and fight a bull
dog ? Well, Herr Unglaub has a line of con
versation all ready to hand to his Aunty
lopes on that fateful day, April twenty
AVunst, and it will make his Auntylopes lope
right out and slap the grizzlies on the left
hind wrist in a very waspish manner.
The two rounds with the Sox and the one
round with the Detroit Bengals gave us a
fairly good line on the aggregation Don
Espano has gathered unto himself. And it's
a very pleasing line. Individually and as a
whole the team looks mighty good better
than usual. Don Espano has angled success
fully for a new battery and it will be here
in time to answer the bell. This makes
everything snug, and we predict that the
Auntylopes will be the pole hosses at the
Just for the fun of it the team laid a
pipe from the club shanty to the players
bench one day last week. Gallagher was
made foreman of construction, but he .didn't
make good until a bright thought struck Un
glaub. . Then the manager loped off to a
nearby grocery store, bought a clay pipe,
broke the stem off within two inches of the
bowl, and then loped back to the park.
Thrusting it into Gallagher's hand he shout
ed: "Here's your dudeen, now go to it."
The trick worked, for Gallagher drove the
boys harder than an Irish section foreman
could drive a new gang of navvies from
The sympathies of local fandom go out to
Willis Cole, called home by the news that
his sister was near to death's door.
Once more has the name of Smith been
immortalized. Smith, of Fremont. He's the
lad that let the Tigers down with one run,
.and himself slammed the ball up against
the fence a couple of times just to show that
he could do something else than pitch. We
have decided to keep Mr. Smith, provided
Don Espano will sign the salary check.
An Albion sport asked Sandy Griswold
"what year the pitcher's box was moved
back fifteen feet," and Sandy replied,
Experts have discovered that Jack John
son's skull averages an inch in thickness.
That appears to us to be about the same
average as that of some of the state officials
Avho had to do with late lamented base ball
Out on a foul ! the Sunday base ball bill.
The Tigers took more money out of Lin
coln for last Sunday's game than they took
out of all the rest of their exhibition towns
put together. And this is the "dead burg"
that some people around here are talking
Leo McGraw is the name of Don Espano 's
new backstopper, who will more than fill
the hole left by Artie KrugerV peevish re
fusal to report. McGraw is a classy back
stopper, hits 'em to the fence and uses his
head-piece in every game. He cost us more 'n
a 2:07 trpttin' hoss, but we're figgerin' we
got the worth of our money.
Two weeks till the bell rigs and Des
Moines still in the dumps. We suggest that
the Greater Des Moines club pry Higgins
loose and make some live Des Moinester
manager. At this distance the Higgins head
piece seems to be suffering from a severe at
tack of ossification.
The White Sox toyed a couple of game's
with Pa Rourke's youths, and so far as
we've heard not a single "beaut" or "chiv"
was at the game.
Well, if we can't see a ball game on Sun
day we can go to the Country Club and
watch 'em play golf or tennis.
They may prevent us from sitting on the
bleachers and rooting forr the home team,
but they can't make us sit in the pews and
Base bawls: The "noes" on the Sunday
base ball bill. - .
A local dopester complains that Sandy
Griswords"beauts and chivs"will be on duty
again this season. Maybe Sandy would con
sent to make it "cheauts and bivs" for a
change. Anything to keep harmony in the
Our heartfelt thanks to our Denver friends
who are worried nigh to death cause we ain't
got no seasoned ketchers nohow. It's them
little sympathetic feein's that make us like
for to live in this world. But how much
seasonin' must a ketcher have? Our Kernel
Stratton has been ketchin' 'em in big com
pany for nigh on seven years, and he looks
good purty good to us. We ain't worryin'
half so- much about our ketchers as we are
about the weather on opein' day. But we're
expectin' Artur Kruger to show up most
any day with an excuse of some kind.
Mister Kruger, the ketcher who was much
put out because his salary wasn't raised, is
Claiming that a few flowers around the
club house would look good and tend to
develop the artistic in the players, Herr
Unglaub secured from Prexy Despain an or
der for a few packages of flower seeds. The
seeds have been planted with eclaw and a
boc, and in a few weeks Herr Unglaub ex-
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