The Daily Leader (Orange, Tex.), Vol. 1, No. 145, Ed. 1 Monday, September 21, 1908 Page: 7 of 8
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EX-BROWN STAR REJOINS TEAM
WORK DONE FOR GOD.
Though scoffers ssk, Where Is your gain?
And mocking eay your work ie vain,
Such acoffora die and ere forgot.
Work done for God, it dleth not!
Frets on I preaa on I nor doubt, nor fear;
From age to age thla voice ahall cheer;
Chartay Street of Senators Catches
Sphere Dropped from Height
of 606 Feet.
Whate'er may die and be forgot,
UM1KE EXPLAINS HKUA!
Men Learn Trlcka of Chief and »»
voluntarily Fall Into Ret—S«eae
of Discipline Wet Ooed—Srace Cer-
tain When Man with New Idea*
Takes Charge.
"Player* get tired of the hkm»
league umpire during • recent fanning
bee. "Not only that, but they invol-
untarily fail into a rut when one man-
ager la at the bead of a layout for
too long a time. They learn all of tbe
manager's little bo* of trlcka. They
know what be fa going to direct them
to do in certain Instances and cnees.
They apprehend in advance almost
the words be Is going to employ fa or-
dering them to do these certain tiring*.
And ao they begin to play the eld
army game, aa we call H—tbe me-
chanical stag that never wfll any
more, tbe way baseball has developed,
get a club anywhere near tbe top pw
SlttOH.
"Wbea a layout of ballplayers get
this kind of a line on tbetr manager—
when. I mean, they know everything
that he knows, and could follow hie
copy even if he were not an the
"Moon table boy,” said she, and went
on bumming.
“It I* very etrange,” said Millicent,
uneasily.
One night the preparation of a lec-
ture kept me at my desk till vefy late.
A heavy rain was falling, the wind
wailed and moaned around the bouse
and dead apraya of woodbine rattled
drearily against the window panes.
My desk was a curtained recess at
one end of the book room, and in tb*
corner diagonally opposite, near the
fireplace, and juat beside Mtllicent’f
old English clock, atood the moon
table. I was using but one light tbli
evening—the green-shaded electric
lamp above my desk—and bad partly
drawn tbe Japanese curtain.
Midnight came and passed, and m>
work was still unflnlabad. Tbe rain
dripped monotonously upon the ver
anda roof, and the woodbine rattled
weirdly.
As I opened a book to verify a quo-
tation 1 beard a soft voice.
There was singing in the room. Sing
bag—low and dreary. A sweet, famil-
iar strain. Parting tbe curtain gen-
tly I glanced across the dim spaces of
the room to the corner faintly Illu-
mined by the firelight.
He was sitting upon the moon table
—tbe sweet singer. A frail slip of a
boy. In black velvet, with a deep lace
collar and silver-buckled shoes. He
bad dark hair, and haset eyes—long
spirituelie eyes—and a very Roman
profile. He drummed lightly upon the
table with hi* long, nervous fingers,
and sang in a plaintive soprano
It was Fay’s haunting, minor mel-
ody. The tune aha bummed. Tbe
rhythm she Upped. Fay's strange
moon table boy song!
Tbe old English clock In tbe corner
struck tbe half boar, and tbe boy,
pausing In bis song, regarded the tall
time-piece gravely. Tbe strands of
the bamboo curtain that I had been
holding aside slipped through my
fingers with a faint, rustling noise, and
whan I parted them again tbs moon
table boy bad vanished. The fire-
light cast ever-changing shadows upon
the wall: the rain dripped heavily,
heavily, upon the roof, sad the wood-
bine was tapplng—tapping—upping.
"Dear child." said I te the Invisible
presence. I (bit aright stUI be lingering
ta tbe moea table corner, "your music
la sweet Indeed, sad I Ilka yes passing
well, but 1 cannot have my wild (all
prey to hysteria, aalthar eaa 1 permit
my daughter to hobnob with ghosts—
ergo, my charming moa table boy,
1 find mysetf compelled to seed your
favorite article of furniture back to
the gable raoat” *
fie. for tbe sixth time the lovely Hep-
pelwhtte Uble Journeyed bock to Ita
donor, carefully peeked with plenty
of straw, and a lavish supply of bur.
lap. sad accompanied by a sole tell-
ing Aunt Persia that, after all. w«
found that the oak settle would ho
more la keeping with oer room.
It was in tbe gable room that we
found it—our bewildering moon Uble
—our dear, dingy, shaky-legged moon
Uble!
“Take any piece of furniture you
fancy from the rooms above,” sweet
Aunt Perils bad graciously said, and
Millicent and 1 bad apent tbe livelong,
dreary September arternooh In a soul-
satisfying revel among treasures of
8heraton and Citppendale, and Hep-
pelwhite.
A moon Uble! Our heart's d«»lre!
Our dsarest dreamt
«/. EMMET HE1DR1CK
Th# return of Emmet Hsidrlck, the famous fit Louis Drown outfleldei,
who has been out of the gams 'since 1*04, hat greatly strengthened that
team. Hsidrlck is popular with both the players and fans and hia acquisi-
tion should boost the Browns’ penna nt chance*.
My great-aunt Perils was waiting,
very erect and dignified in her carved
oak chair. "Did you find anything that
pleased you, dear children?" she
asked.
"The moon Uble. Ob, tbe moon
uble!" we cried In unison.
My great-aunt'* fingers trembled
ever so slightly as she lifted the tea-
pot “Owen's table," said she. slowly,
“my little brother Owen's moon
table."
“Can yon really part with it?" we
ventured, breathlessly.
"I should not Ilka It to go out of
the family.“ said Aunt Persia, "but I
am wilting that any of my dear neph-
ews or nieces should have It:
sad to please you, Neville and Mllll-
cent. I will give It with especial
pleasure ”
"We will pul It In the book room."
said Millicent
"Assuredly. In the book room." I
•greed. "Aunt Peril*, this la magnifi-
cently generous of you!"
"Oweo'a table," went on Aunt Per-'
•Is. unheeding our expressions of grat-
itude end delight. "Pretty little Owen
... your little granduncle. Neville... .
He was Just tun yours old the very day
bu died ... If you weary of the Uble,
Neville sad Millicent, my deers, you
tSii send It back, remember."
“Weary of the moos Uble!"—“Aunt
Petals!”
"He was a still, old-fashioned child
—my Mule brother Owen," continued
Aunt Persia "Fond of books and
memo— very fond of music. ... Ho
had a sweet, high votes, sad hte little
fingers touched the piano hoys so
lovingly He found our grandmother's
eld sptnnet up ta scam dark attic cor
aev sad dragged It down to the gable
room And. oh, the boers sad hours
be *o-#d «U st the moon table making
Botes! ... Queer little ueteu. with
such crooked stems, sad bulging, out
of shape heads. , . t Thera are Ink
•ulna oa the mahogany new. I've
never washed them off.”
We never will, either," promised
Millicent
"And If yea unary ef the table site
wish to send ft beck te tbe gable room,
and select a chair or a mirror, or say
thing else instead, remember to yack
It very carefully. Wrap ft up well
with burlap, and aae pteaty of straw. I
have given It away five times.”
■“Qtvea It away five times!"
"Yas, Neville and MUUcaat”
"And ft has been returned*”
"Always returned." ^
Callers were announced and the moon
Uble sahject was closed.
LEFT-HANDED BATTERS
BEST IN REACHING FIRST
THIRD BASE IS HARDEST
POSITION ON DIAMOND
They Hava a Decided Advantage la
Gutting to the Initial tack Over
a Right-Hander.
Iveft-hander* appear to be tbe fast-
est men getting to first bane. Tbe
fact that they have an advantage in
being closer to tbe inltUI sack is ad-
vanced as tbe reason and there la
much truth In It. In mow cases, how
•ver, these same men appear to be
equally fast In making the rest of tbe
circuit.
Harry Nile# I* by far the fastest
man on tbe New York team and
Charley Hemphill Is a close second
It's a question If there Is a man In
baseball who can get to first faster
than Nile*. He slows up quite s lit-
tle. however, after getting there.
Topsy Harstei is tbe chief speed
merchant on Connie Mack's Philadel-
phia team, while two other left hand-
ers. Nichols and Eddie Collin*, run
him a close race.
Tyrus Cobb, who swaU out base bits
from the left side of tbe hatters' box.
Is Detroit's best bet. Matty McIntyre
also has s bit of speed in him.
Tbe fleetest men oa the White Box
team arc Pat Dougherty sad Eddie
Hahn, both port side hitters. Oa the
St Louis team, the two left-handers.
Hoffman and Stone, are by far the
fastest men an the team. Milan. Gan-
try and Pickering, tbe left-haad out-
field of the Washington team, are hard
to beat for speed. Josh Clarke Is tbe
only left-bander te the regular Cleve-
land Use up. and few of the Napa have
anything on Josh te the sprint game.
Thualt will be asms that the fastest
men the various American league
teams look over tbe pitcher's assort-
ment from the left side of the plate,
it s strange, bat true, aad If you have
jour doubts, look these players over
the seat Ume they come to play.
Third base Is the hardest position
to play.
Delving into the 1907 records of tbe
National, American, American associa-
tion. Southern. Western, Eastern and
Pacific coast leagues discloses that
out of every 100 chances to handle the
ball cleanly tbe third baseman misses
eight, the shortstop seven, tbe second
baseman five, the catcher three and
tbe first baseman two.
Official averages do not Jle. Decease
more errors are made at third in pro-
portion to the number of chances to
make perfect plsys It stand* to reason
that the far corner is the hardest po-
sition to play.
The average second baseman Is as
good as the sverage third baseman,
yst a summary of the class A and B
leagues shows that third sackers made
1,031 errors oat of 36,656 chances,
while second basemen made only 1.901
mtaplays In 46,131 chances.
Here are tbe grand fielding average#
by positions te th* major and class A
leagues:
ukANti rna.ui.vo average*.
SECOND BASE
JMNaUoeaI .........JJJ
...... JM Wester* .........Ht
.......Os American Aas'a. .*84
THIRD BASE.
American *M National m
■auttoern .Sl7 Weetero ........ .SIS
American Aaa'n. .Sit Eastern ........ .*»
PaetOc Coast ... .UN
SHORTsrrop
American ........ ST National ........
Bsathsea ..........*» Western ,SH
American Aaa'n. .Ht Eaatem ..... .«•
PavlOr Coast.....SB
CATCHERS.
American ------- *• Souther* .........Ki
National ...,»«*«* .SIS Western Sri
American Aaaa »C Eaatem ...... .*•
Part Ik Count.... .**
Because hte position Is closer to the
plate, the third baseman haa to handle
batted balls which are hotter than
those fielded from any other position.
FOLLOW BALL” THE LATEST
Ty" Morgan, the Red 8ox pitcher.
haa discovered a freak bender which
it te expected will te tlaae supplant tbe
famous s pit bail Morgan’s aew hail
Is called the follow hall and from nil
reports It has all other curves beaten
to a frantic
Morgan baa controlled the ball so
well that he now has two curves
working from practically tbe same de-
livery and while more benders might
he discovered, the Bootee pitcher will
devote his time te perfecting what be
haa oa hand. Hte first discovery was
the "follow hall” which dropped Tbe
ball te held like a straight drop, which
goes off the end of the finger*, but te
the delivery the pitcher with s side-
arm motion snaps bis hand around
and tbe ball leaves the second finger
as te the manner of throwing as te
carve. The ball twtrla around like a
floater, but carries with considerably
mors speed When the ball reaches
the plate It takes a tremendous drop.
Morgans second follow hall discov-
ery te even more mystifying than the
drop hull. This ball te of the in drop
variety and ban a two-foot break at
tbe plate. The only time Morgan used
the follow ball in a game was on De-
troit’s teat visit here. With the bases
fall and Crawford aad Cobb coming up
Morgan faced a situation that would
have sent most twtrlers oa aa serial
flight. But he struck oat both men
with the new curve
Flayer, Signed aa Jake. Makes Good.
Outfielder Schweitser, with the 0t.
Louis Browns, te a fortunate youth.
Ha ls from Youngstown. McAteer'a
home town, aad played te the Ohio
aad Pennsylvania league. Mors to
Oblige the folk st boast, who kept
bothering Mm with tale* of Schwelt
sar’s ability, than with say hope
that bo would deliver the goods. M*
A leer decided to tain Mm south for
the spring praettoc. To hte groat
surprise, the kid showed all sorts of
I tihM all/|b mmJk ftm fKa fi^lA
aJteBaMP WTsMa Ule uHtslwr^B Mmw MM w-eto^F
In ((peaking of It Street said:
"I could not see the halls until
they had come down some distance.
1 was gives a signal when tt was
throws. 1 would not nee it sell! H
was almost halt-way down. The* It
seemed to me that the ball was wav-
teg Ft* a Ume It was impoaatbte to
get near the ball, which was either
hitting the mouameet or taUteg dose
to It The bait before the one 1
caught. I could see very plainly, bat 1
guess 1 was a bit tinted about r feeing
my hand* oa it. for It struck the end
of my mitt
The bail I caught hit my mitt
with terrific force, much greater than
any pitched ball 1 ever have handled,
and I have caught some pitchers who
are gives' credit for having wnaderfa!
•peed. Though say mitt is throe or
four inches thick, the force of the ball
benumbed my band I made the catch
Just as If It were an easy fiy te a ban
game, oaly that 1 held my anas more
rigid, so as not to have them knocked
apart by the force of the ball. I am
satisfied that the task- would bare
been much easier on a still day."
The ball, It 1s calculated, was trav-
eling at the rate of 136 fee* per see
oud whan It reached the catcher's
hands. StroM -wore a regulation
catcher’s mttt.
Alaska Team Making Tour.
The Fairbanks, Alaska baseball
team arrived la Seattle, Wash., the
other day aad haa started oa a tour of
the state. The first stop was made
la Spokane, and toe players are sow
working toward the southern country
tor the winter, pitying along the At-
lantic coast next spring aad hack
The New Year found me again at
my grandaunt's. No allusion was made
to tbe eschaage of fanti tor*, la tbe
gable room I found tbe moea table.
Somehow I was glad te see it there te
the cobwebby window-Book once more.
Somehow It seemed a very fitting thing
that Owen's table should ha hack is
Owen's room.
"Good-by, beautiful table,'’ I mur-
mured. as | tamed away. "Good-by.
old gable room. . . . Good-by, pretty
moon table boy!” . . . Aad the a ! tar
rled yet a moment to brash sway a
large spider that was crawling slowly
across the delicate Inlay.
Came a click—came a rattle—aad
Gian a scraping sound—aad to. before
my eyas a tiny drawer sprang open!
Somewhere te the ornament silo* was
eooeeated a spring which my thrust
•t the spider had set te motion. Yea.
fit tie Fay. there was Indeed a "dwsw
er" In the moon table.
la tbe drawer was a scrap of paper,
yellow and torn aad soiled 1 unfold
ed It eagerly, yst very gently, tout H
crumble beneath my touch. It con-
tained several bare of closely-written
music, very evidently the work at aa
Inexperienced eompoeer. Very badly
made were tbe antes, with crooked
stems and blurred and Ill-shaped
heads. Craay rests were sprinkled
here and there sdown the page, and
many blots rendered peris of the wan-
uscript Illegible. Turning to the epia-
net l picked it eat laboriously.
Tinkle—tinkle—liable — cams the
hollow, ghostly tones. Faintly—very
faintly—la a whispering, sptritHke pi-
anissimo, sounded the plaintive mel-
ody. the halting, half-syncopated
thythm at the moon table boy neaffl
1 pat the paper hack, otoeed the
secret drawer, aad want dowa to five-
able te watte aB ef the staff that
they've picked up tram the prevtauo
manager with the new ideas that are
brought along by the aew assn, sad
this prodame a sort at composite at
kinks that nearly always .worths esc
ceedtegiy to the advantage ef the team
with the- aew manager.
"It's a dead-sure thing, too. that be»
players will do a whole tot better for
one asaafvr than they wto toe an-
other oae. It doesn't necessarily fol-
low cither, that they're dissatisfied
with their manager when they deal
do the very best they knew hew. H
often happens that wbea a change ef
managers to made the aettoa to etwt
of bruited around that the ebaage wee
made owing to tbe dtesmttofncttoa ed
the players with the displaced maa
HUMMELL IS VERSATILE
We gave the moea table tbe place of
honor te the most artistic corner of
the book room. We dusted It diligent
ty several times • day, we hep* bowls
of flowers always upon It and we re-
ligiously cherished the tek-statos that
commemorated tittle Owen’s musical
aspirations Tree to Ay grandaunt's
predictions, baby F»y. our three-year-
old daughter, liked the taMe. Oddly
enough, It teemed to peestee for her e
subtle charm, a mysterious allurement,
aad much of her time was spent in
standing beside It. patting It lovingly,
caressing the spidery togs, aad trac-
ing the Inlaid design over and over
again with her wee forefinger. If we
missed her tor a little while, aha was
always sure to be found In the book
room, close to the moon table. Often
she would walk round and round It ex-
amining it with the gravest attention,
•ad apparently looking for some
thing
"What Is It. baby?" 1 asked. "What
Is Fay looking for T"
"Dwawer," said Fay.
"Drawer T
-Be, dwawer. Baby want dwawer."
Tito table has no drawee, my pet.”
•aid I,
tmt. dwawer,” persisted Fay. “Boy’s
dwawer.”
“What boy's?”
"Moon table hoy's.”
"Oh. what aoaeuasa. baby!” I
Badgera’ Utility Man Has Essayed
■vary Fesitien But Catcher.
Silent John Hummeli. who is oa the
pay roll of the Brooklyn club, bas
oaly to esteb n game now and be will
go down In the baseball booh as hav-
ing played every position on the die
BWf.
Three years ago a message came to
tbe Brooklyn grounds that there was
a pretty good hall player up la Hol-
yoke and the Brooklyn team got him.
In hte three years with Brooklyn he
has moved into the front «ah of util-
ity men He does all Ms work te a
cool, unassuming way. He has noth-
ing to say. on or off the field, but
what he does with tbe ball while the
game to on Is what make* Silent John
class with the beet of all around play-
era.
Just aow Hummel! la going at a
last clip. He was always a good hit
ter. and Is In the .360 class at proseat
It doesn't make any difference where
Fatay Donovan sends Mm. Ha never
earn n word. . Me picks up hte glove
sad makes good wherever he is as-
signed. It looks •• if Holyoke wUI
never sea him again, and no other
minor tangos dab tor some time
Hummeli ban gathered them up la
•vary position la the outfield, aad has
filled la all around the lafisM. Ha
weatjte rmn
StllH
THE MOON TABLE BOY
By LOUISE OCTAVIAN
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