fight'lans ,fo the ring, but a.-speci?l
will leave directly after the battle.
A corporation which will conduct
a Federal League team in Baltimore
was organized inthe Maryland city
yesterday, and an option has been se
cured on grounds close to, the field of
the International League.
"Swifty Joe" Kelley is the rabbit
of the Western League. ,
He wijl be seen in the National
next season, with Pittsburgh, and
judging Kelley by his work this year,
he will stick, like nettles m. a, setter
"Swiftys Joe" has been called "rab
bit" because of his speed when
scampering about the outfield or
along the base lines.. ,.
He leads Tip O'Neill's league in
stolen bases, haying pilfered 62 in
148 games, whicbplaces him in about
the same class with Clyde Milan, the
Kelley is there or thereabouts all
e time. He was captain of the St
oe team this year. The White Sox
Tiad him in 1912-and sent him lb. Jack?
Holland for, seasoning. Evidently
Jack supplied the zest.
Holland is the man who Tiad Clyde
Milan before that sprinter went to
Washington. At that time Holland
was at Wichita, .Kan., with Frank Is
bell. Kelley gets on base often enough
to make his speed valuable. He has
hit .313 this year and ik one of the
best waiters in the Western League.
"She told me "to kiss her on either
cheek." ' ' ,
"And you "
"I hesitated a long time between
them." Lehigh Burr.
o o -
Visiting Preacher Amid all your
troubles, Mrs. Smith, I am pleased to
see that your sense of .gratitude does
not Tall. Mrs. Smith No, sir. Rheu
matism is bad, indeed, but I must be
thankful I still have a back to have
THE FIGHTER'S PETITION
(Trailing Along to the Strains of "The Raven.")
BY COYLfe SHEA '
Especially Written for The Day-Book.
Once upon a "Monday dreary Bat this .sport scribe, weak and weary,
In the badly heated office on the second floor;
As he fluttered with excitement suddenly he -gained enlightment
Of the presence of a fighter tapping 'on'the office -door;
"Come to slay me?" moaned the writer, "and drink freely of my gore;
Maybe this and maybe more."
How easily I pondered of the columns I had squandered,
Writingjests about this fighter, tapping on the office door;
Now'd he come to end the matter, aye to batter me and shatter;
To rip my face and scatter bones about the office floor,
With the paste and torn-up copy pitched about the office floor;
Only this and nothing more.
Presently my soul grew stronger, hesitating then no longer. -
"Kid," said I, "you've got me; truly your forgiveness I implore, I
'Cause you cannot help agreeing that no living human being -
Ever yet felt glad at seeing such a guy knock at his door;
But the. silence was unbroken and the fighter gave no token
Of his hidden joy of gloating at my rushing fiery gore. ' c
As I sat there, bones aquiver,-begged that fighter, all ashiver,
WQuld'jrou please stop for a moment just to tell mewhat's thecore?
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