YARNS OF YEARS
Dan McGuigan, the Lions'
catcher, was lying on a slab in the
Turkish bath room of the hotel
after a particularly strenuous
practice, a burly negro rubber
kneading the aching muscles of
Dan had acquired a grouch try
ing to teach a young pitcher how
to act like a major leaguer, but
"under the ministrations of the
'rubber was rapidly regaining his
" sunny disposition. He hailed me
joyfully as I entered the room.
"Hello, bid tdp!" he cried.
"Yourre just the fellow I'm look-
ing for. A lot of these newspaper
guys just been in here talking to
me and trying to get me to spout
about the new materiaL And just
because I don't want to talk about
r how fast some of the rookies are
they told jne I was gettin' old,
that my brain was decayin', and
3 all because 1 tried o tell 'em
i. about a fellow-that-was s fast-he-
AS TOLD BY DAN
run himself out of theYleague.
You'll listen to me' he pleaded.
"I simply got to gejt this yarn off
"Sure, Dan, I'll listen to you,"
I agreed. "That is,if you promise
not to er-er imagine half of the
'"You, too," he aid, sorrow
fully. "Seems like nobody wont
believe me any more. But this is
on vthe level, like everything else
I tell you.
. "About eight years ago, the
last season I played with the
Green Sox, 'there was a young
fellow, joined us in the south to
make a bid for a regular , job on
third base. He was right out of
college,) and I understand his
Lfamily didn't like it at all 'cause
their white haired boy" was go
ing to associate with us rude men.
He had college written all over
him. Not the usual college kind
'that makes good in what you
guys like to call the great- na
tional game, but the variety that
makes a living handing out tea
"It was a cinch to me that he
would never make good from the
first day I saw him practice. A
fly ball was knocked, and when
some one else starts after it he
yells, 'allow me to take it' What
do you know about that It was
-bad-enough- when B&igh Jennings
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