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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, May 25, 1912, Image 20

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to go qn. the fight and bust things
up. Bill atted as urap, but he
kept 'em from killing him by
callin' himself boss instead of um
pire. "With -ball games every day
life wasn't so hard for my friend.
Bein' as they was polar bears, he
named one" team the PulaSkis and
the other the Kosciuskos, and
'they were evenly "balanced. Had
a regular league, and at the end
of the first month each had won
and lost the same number of
games. The bears liked the sport,
"One afterfioon when the two
teams was having a hard game,
Bill, who was umpiring behind
the plate, sighted a canoe landing
down on the beach. His spirits
riz right up, 'cause he thought it
was a rescue party. When he got
a second look, however, Bill's
heart jumped.
"The canoe was loaded down
with fierce-looking savages, each
one with a spear and a knife, and
theystarted yelling horrible when
they spotted Bill. Scared! Say,
'Bill was worse scared than a
rookie pitcher facing Hans Wag
ner. The wild guys started wav
ing their cutlery and streaked it
up the beach toward Bill. There
was about twenty of them in the
"In the meantime, the bears
had all -gathered around the home
plate, peaceful like. Getting
killed wasn't nothing new to
them. Evidently these savages
must have been in the habit of
calling around every now and
then and settins- a nev? suodIv
of meat Bill wasn't worrying no
more than Frank Chance is about
his pitching staff. Some worry
ing! "He took a look at these peace
ful bears, and seen it was up to
him to take a long chance. The
heathens was only about 25 feet
away. Bill took a long breath,
and let out a bellow like a fog
horn. " 'Umpires !' he yelled. 'Kill the
umpires !'
"Just for a minute them start
led bears hesitated- Then the
baseball instinct came to the sur-.
face. They was worse than Ty
Cobb climbing mto the grand
stand. Bill hadn't no more than
finished yelling before they was
mixing with the enemy. It was
a grand fight. The bears scrapped
something awful, and they had
the biggest gang. Each one
picked out his particular savage,
and what was left over acted as
a reserve squad, sneaking up be
hind a busy brownie and batting
him over the head. It never took
but one smash to do the business.
"What was Bill doing all this
time? He stayed behind the
bears till he seen that all the
other fellows was too "busy to no
tice him. Then' he broke and
streaked it for that empty canoe.
There wasn't no one on guard
when he reached the beach, so he
climbed aboard and shoved the
craft off, "set up the sail and got
under way.
"The last he seen of his bear
ball teams the boss bear was toss-"
ing the chief savage like he was
a batU and the rest of the bears
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