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MR. SKIDDINGS PILOTS THE ONADEKA SQUAWS
BY L. H. BICKFORD. ' poster with a picture on it of what
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper looked like a half-back dressed in a
Enterprise Association.) , baseball suit. And it read: 'The Ona-
t.! 0.1-JJ- 1.JT..C deka Squaws, the Only Female In-
Pork Skiddings had been four dian BsebaU Club inJ the World,
weeks late getting back to Clark i Right Off the Onadeka Reservation,
street. Matty Morse of the Chin Yen by Permission of the Government,'
Chop Suey House usually looked for
him when the post-season baseball
games started. This year the games
were won and lost and October
lengthened into November, when late
one morning, just after Morse had
settled with his Chinese partner, a
wanderer entered wearily and leaned
over the cigar case.
"Here now, you," Morse began,
"this is no "
And there he stopped. Behind the
stubble of beard he recognized his
friend. Clicking the cash drawer, he
led the way down the decorated room
toward a screen in one corner, gave"
Pork a chair, and took a seat oppo
site. "Now then," he asked, "how did it
Pork looked warily about.
"It was last May, when I thought
it was about time for the summer lay
that I answered the ad for the bright
young man who knew something of
the country, and who was wanted to
take charge of a novel touring propo
sition at a good salary and all ex
penses paid; must be sober, reliable,
courteous, and of good address my
very picture. So we met.
" 'I liked the tone of your letter,'
says she, 'for it showed refinement
and was right to the point, although,
of course, I had hundreds and hun
dreds of answers. I have been man
aging the All-Star Female Baseball
Club, but that game don't pay any
more. The public wants novelty.
Now, you've heard of lady baseball
clubs before I don't claim to have
originated 'em, but they're out of
"Here she arises and goes to her
trunk, and therefrom takes a long
and, she says: 'That's the wrinkle,
nowwhatdoyouthinkofit? My dear
Mr. Skiddings, you see one of the
squaws before you, and before long
you will see the o.th,ers.'
"She explained the' grand tour. 'We
have a private car, and it seems to
me these dark wigs, which you see
are combed straight, Indian fashion,
will help the illusion. We shall wear
short skirts, like the cowgirls in the
musical comedies, and, of course,
plenty of beads. As for our com
plexions but that is a woman's se
cret, Mr. Skiddings, that I do not
suppose interests you. I can only say
that we shall certainly look the part
when' in action. As for you, all you
have to do is to watch the financial
end of the enterprise and act as in
terpreter. You need anticipate no
trouble' how well I now recall these
words 'if you are discreet, and I
should consider one hundred dollars,
a month and expenses not too much
for the right sort of an assistant. I
will not give you the preface of the
getaway, and will dwell lightly on our
arrival at the first stand, at Outworks,
Iowa., where Miss Sadie Delarey had
booked up by mail.'
"We drew into Outworks early in
the morning and were left on a siding.
I got out about eight o'clock to go
and look up the manager of the Out
works Blues, and I found him to be
the town plumber.
"The bus came at two, and the All-'
Squaws wrapped themselves in long
blankets and trooped out the back of
the car while the seething populace
loftked on and said things, and then
followed us on out to the park. The
Blues were a likely-looking lot of
young fellows, at that, and I want to