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say for 'em that they did not get
funny."
ONADEKA SQUAWS.
Rippling Water, Vsi
Eye-of-the-Fawn, cf.
Morning Sun, ss.
Wind-of-the-JPrairie, 2b. 1
Dust-of-the-Dawn, rf.
Evening Star, 3b.
, Singing Snowbird, If. ""
Moonbeam Blossom, c.
Floating Fawn, p.
OUTWORKS BLUES.
Mulliganr-sf. ,
Casey, 3b. X
Steffelhause, If.
Harrity, c.
Jones, lb.
Dinkleswitch, cf. ' j
Horan, 2b.
Swiggert, ss.
Overchute.'p.
"There," said Pork, "you have the
cast of characters, all thought out
by Miss Sadie - Delarey Floating
Fawn, the left-handed champion fe
male baseball pitcher and harider out
of wide ones over the elate, and
down-shoots and out-curves and all
that goes to bughouse the batter.
And, for that, It didn't tak'e me long
to see that she knew her business,
for, she struck out six of the Out
works lads in the first three innings,
and brought ih two Squaws with a
three-bagge. in the fifth. I am not
giving you this game withf a box
score attachment. A11I want to tell
you is how we broke in--on the grand
tour at Outworks, cleaned up $350,
and beat the Blues 11 to 8.
"And so we come to the 6th of Sep
tember and .Ranger, New Mexico.
Miss Sadie Delarey7 herself aroused
me by entering my traveling boudoir
and shaking me bjjr the shoulder.
"'Is there anything unusual:
ma'am?"! asks, trying to collect my
self.
'"Is there anything unusual?' she
repeats, and then, she lifts a corner of
the curtain, and says: 'Look there!'
"I look. The car is surrounded bv
Indians. They are fraternizing alii
around us and they are not-theatrical
Indians, made on Broadway, in any
respect. I looked at Miss, Sadie De-
larey. v
" 'It seems,' says she, 'that this
town is somewhere near an Indian
reservation, and that in wrjting here '
for a date I got hold of the wrong
party. We are not to play the Ranger
Browns, champions of Chinchilla
county, but a real club from "the,,
agency, and even now the committee
is hammering at the back door of the l
car asking for an interpreter. But
nevertheless you must meet these
gentlemen and see us through white'
I get the ladies ready. Sadie. Delarey
was never bluffed yet.'
"On the car steps I metjthree par
ties bearing a sigh reading thus:
" 'Baseball Today.
The Onadeka Squaws versus the i
Navajo Reds.
The Most Unique Ball Game Ever
Played.
See Emancipated Indian Womanhood?
Flay Their FoYmer Lords and Mas
ters.' "And if a train had come down the
other track just then, Pork Skiddings,
the celebrated interpreter, would
have gone on his way and this adven
ture would end right here.
"Up and down the tracks were
cardped the noble red men and their
wiyesr The Squaws were priming for
thfe afternoon, and I relate to Miss
Sadie Delarey, 'I ahi afraid the In
dians are suspicious,' I says, 'and if
you take my adyice you'll play this
game in double quick time and hike
for the train. I'll leave an order to
havft the car backed down to the de
pot to be shoved right onto the five
five the .minute it gets In.' But Miss.
Sadie Delarey didn't seem fazed a bitS
All I ask of you,' she says somewhat
coldly, 'is to keep sober.' And with
that shot she turns to combing out
her Indian wig and declaring to Miss
Mazie Magoon that, after all, one
man is like another.
"The Squaws came out in single
file, while the real things crowded up
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