Will Maupin's weekly. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1911-1912, June 23, 1911, Image 7

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    COMING ALONG WITH SOME REAL SPORTING DOPE
That Lincoln-Omaha. game last Satur
day, seventeen innings to a tie, 2 to 2
sounds like a flute, a don't it? will prob
ably remains a record in the sundown
loop for quite a space of periods. Lupus
Wolverton seems to have had enough stuf
on the. ball to make it come up as lop
sided as a crow with one wing, and the
support given him seems to have been
all to the merry. No use talking, cuss
ings His Umps don't get us anywhere,
but after viewing that Clark person from
all angles we are ready to declare, affirm,
asservate and insist that he is as full
of prejudice against Lincoln as a dope
fiend is full of dreams. Now it must
have tickled this Clark person to shoot
the gimlet into the 'Lopes while they
were in Omaha.
We have been studying for a long time
to discover how O'Neill managed to pick
such a fierce aggregation of indicator
wielders. We've just learned. When
we were a kid we used to "count out" to
see who would be "it" first in playing
hide-and-go-seek. Remember eeny,
meeny, miney mo? Well Tipperary
O'Neill rounded up all the incompetents
he could find and "counted out" for the
four of 'em. We claim this is a great
discovery.
Isn't it just too utterly bad that all the
clubs in the east end of the loop have it
in for the Denver bunch? We deprecate
this spirit a whole lot. It is very un
pretty. What the east end teams should
to is to bow low and saj' to the Grizzlies,
"after you," and then forfeit all the
games to the Lungtown bunch, 9 to 0.
The idea of trying to chaw'em up is really
ungentlemanly and refects a lot of dis
credt upon the wold-be chawers.
Please watch us while we doff our
bonnet to the fans of Sioux City. When
the Sioux came home after losing ten
straight games on the trip, and winning
only two, the fans met the team at the
depot, whooped it up for fair and swore
they'd stand by the players till Hades
boiled down to a poultice. And the Sioux
immediately spat upon their mitts and
gan copping out games. This so differ
ent from what usually happened when
the home teams strikes the toboggan that
we stop the press to chronicle it. You
can now stand to one side and watch
those Sioux City players fighting for
games like an Esquimaux dog fighting
for a frozen fish.
Of course you'll be at the ball park on
"Booster Day!" That's Wednesday,
June 28. Let's all go out and show the
Antelopes that we appreciate ther fine
playing, their gentlemanly qualities and
the good advertising they are giving Lin
coln. Also, and likewise, too, demon
strate to Admiral Donald Despain that
kind o' like his efforts to give us the
national pastime in its best aspects.
We'll expect to see about 7,500 of you
passing through the pay gate.
Pa Rourke seems to have shot a bit
of "coke" into the arms of his "Spa vs,"
for they have been playing some ball late
ly. They took our own beloved 'Lopes
into camp for a brace of games and
fought us to a 17-inning tie in the other.
But it's all in the game! Just think
how the tail-end Des Moines aggregation
took the world-touted Denverites into
camp. We'll be at home for a string of
games next Wednesday, and we'll wager
a pipe full of Bull Durham that when
that string is over Denver will be hiding
under the kitchen sink waiting for a policeman.
BASEBALL
BOOSTER
DAY
WEDT JUNE 28
4 O'clock P. M.
Get a ticket and a button and be a
Booster for the Antelopes.
Lincoln vs. Denver
it save when there is a man or two on
bases an nobody out.
Word comes that Paulopolous Cobb
received a telegra while in Des Moines
and refused to accept it because it came
via Western Union. What?
Jocko Thomaso is back on the initial
sack again, whereat we rejoice and are
exceedingly glad. Jocko is the class of
the loop on first, and now that he is get
ting in the habit of hitting them to ti e
ground we don't always have an attack
of heart fealure when he comes to bat.
"Lynching at Cody, Nebraska" is the
headline that stared us in the face from
the columns of the daily papers one day
this week. We grabbed it, but just as
soon as we discovered that the victim
was neither Shoemaker or the Clark per
son we lost interest in the story.
Smiling Bill Dwyer has evidently
thrown a scare into the Des Moines jinx,
for his team is actually wininng an oc
casional game these days. What a pity
a royal good fellow and crackerjack ball
player like Smiling Bill should be hook
ed up with a Higgins. We could men
tion five or six teams in the western loop
that would be strengthened by the add
tion of Dwyer.
William Holmes, Esq., has lost out as
manager of the Mobile club and is look
ing for a place to light. Rumor has it
that he will again try for the Des Moines
franchise. Much as we deprecate the
presence of Higgins we fondly hope Hig
gins will stick forever providing his go
ing means the return of Holmes, to the
Western.
Rabbit Rondeaux has hiked to Fremont
and he will add strength to that town's
team. By the way, Lefty Davis has put
enough pepper into the York Club to sea
son a long string of banquets.
Remember "Kid" Mohler? He is still
playing ball, and is holding down second
for a San Francisco team. Jess Bur
kett is still in the game, although he
plays only occasionally, being part own
er and manager of the Worcester, Mass.,
outfit. Jess played center for the Lin
coln team in the wonderful game men
tioned elsewhere.
The elongated Mr. Applegate seems to
be something of a "wiz" with the ball.
Every time we see him lob 'em up to the
plate we are cocksure we could step into
it and smash it over the fence. It comes
up looking like a balloon, and usually
with about as much speed as a cop an
swering a riot call. But when we see
the biggest sickers in the loop jabbing
vainly after them we are inclined to be
lieve that Applegate has 'em all hypno
tized. Wish we could earn m6riey 'as
easy as Applegate seems to be earning
. Eddie Collins has a story in the June
Pierson telling how he "outguesses the
pitcher." It's a good story, all -right.
With the accent on the "story."
Well, as long as we can stick within a
. notch or two of the .600 mark we'll not
worry. The team that cops the bunting
is not going to be much above that figure.
Wood, the local umps who has per
formed well on the home lot on several
occasions, has gone to South Dakota to
do a few stunts n the umpiring line.