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WINTER SPORTING DOPE FROM EVERYWHERE
Doc White Takes Midnight Choo
Choo for California.
Spring Has Came Baseball Buds
Are Blooming in the Fields.
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The following is the farewell of
Doc White, veteran. Sox pitcher, whp
is on his way to the coast to play
with the Venice team:
"Father Time has crooked" his fin
ger and has beckoned me to come
from my berth as major leaguer to
the 'brush' to make my home. Ten
years and more I've struggled, fought
and toiled and tried my1 best to win
for Commy and the fans, who've al
ways stood the test, supporting me
when I was 'bad' and giving me their
aid when 'take him out' is probably
what they would fain have said". It's
hard to leave my friends and pals
who've been so kind and true. The
thought of going chokes me up and
really makes me, blue. Through fu
ture years I'll thank you, fans, for'
what you ve done for me. You've
been my judge and jury and, I say it
gratefully, that it's to you I owe what
small success I may have had, for
you've encouraged me, although my
work at times was sad. The players
realize what it means to have the
fans' good will; it helps a man to
hear the rooters' voices, .loud and
shrill. You've stuck to-me through
all and helped me capture many a
game; you ne'er found fault when I
was licked, but cheered me just 'the
same. You've urged meoh to better.
work by sticking day by day, not:
knowing, primps, how much it
meant, but I just wish to say I'd-love
to grasp you by the. hand and tell
you, one by one, how grateful to you
all I am, now that my work is done.
To Commy and the boys I wish suc
cess in years to come, and?that they'll
lick the Cubs each year I guess
that's wishing some." ,
So long, Doc; take care of your
self. We liked your pitching. ' ,
Some guy who regulates his life
by the calendar has decided that win
ter begins tomorrow.
If this same gent was a regular
person, and marked the season by
the sport pages, he would call all bets
off, and come to the decision that
spring officially opens up today.
For why? Because we are wised
to the first dope about the recruits
of the Cub ball team. President Mur
phy has picked up a rookie battery,
and is making claims that they will
be stars before the chill October
breezes sweep athwart the ball or
chard, which is some expression,
say we.
Utrecht is the moniker of the
pitching end of this team, and the
catcher travels under the disguise of
Tyree. Both acquisitions caVorted
last year in a spirited way with
Champaign, located due south of
Chicago. In an exhibition game
Utrecht almost beat the Cubs, hold
ing them to five hits and" a brace of
runs. Murphy snapped at him imme
diately. Tyree was something else again.
He is a little fellow, -about the size
of Ray Schajk, and Murphy, after
reviewing his beefy trio, Archer,
Bresnahan and Needham, concluded
the midget couldn't break through.
Terre Haute-of ihe'Central League
annexed Tyree, and-then glowing re
ports were made to the Cub boss
about the1 youngster's ability. Mur
phy has now purchased him from
Terre Haute. In May, if Tyree lasts
that long,- we'll know whether the
Boss wasducky, or whether the gents
who advised' him to get Tyree were
acting as cappers for a confidence
game.
Unimportant as these -items may
sound, they are sure harbingers of
