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The fcSan Francisco Sunday Call
"Marty" O'Toole, of the $22,000 Arm, Tells How He Developed Most Valuable Arm in Baseballdom J. A. Fitzgerald since Adam set the fashion of wearing arms on either side of him. "When you heard that the management of the Pittsburg Baseball club had sur rendered a large share of the season's earnings for the privilege of adding the O'Toole wing to its collection you fig ured it out that it must be a remark abV looking arm. Some imaginations pictured it as studded with diamonds nd precious stones, but. as a matter of fact, it doesn't look much different from millions of "ten, twenty and thirty" arms. • ing the arm in the pitcher's box one might be able to tell tlie difference, but meeting it in company with a lot of other arms it would be hard to dis tinguish it from the cheaper grades. As most of the fans know. Mr. O'Toole wears his fancy flinger on the right side. Like the ordinary arm, it starts at the shoulder and follows a straight line until it reaches the elbow, where it makes a slight turn, continuing thence in a southerly course until it reaches the knee. At the extreme southern terminal it branches off In five directions, so it will be seen it is like other arms in a great many re spects. Nntwitstanding its remarkable value, Marty is very careless about his famous arm. Goes around with it hanging loose where everybody can grab it. Imagine such recklessness with ah arm that cost $130 a pound, taking his crht of 170 pounds as a basis. Little wonder if the , high cost of meat has "Barney" Drefus worried. This is the highest price ever paid for pitching beef in the history of the game. Most persons with such a costly attachment would keep it wrapped up in cotton hatting and have a private police force • watch it, hut Marty isn't a bit stingy With his whip. Passes it out for inspeo THE ROMANCE OF "LIGHTHOUSE TOM" Continued From Preceding Pnge was aiming for to help the lass, and she was on the square about it, too. And, aa the saying goea, any port In a f no God knows there was heavy weather a head. too. rie inside,' says Mother Martin. left me in the bar-room—'twas empty of others—and took Annette aloft somewhere*. They fussed up there for some time—l finished the job of wiping Big Joe's blood off me face, the while. My left hand was swelled the size of a tackle block and hurting me something awful. At last Mother Martin come down and when she clap ped an eye on them bum knuckles she give me aoee cold water and arnicky. While I was swobbing Oβ that fist, she talked to me. If ever ye heard fine of them lawyer sharks when he was run afoul of a had witness, ye know what I got from her. She searched me fore and aft with questions. I made an swer to all of them and told her what had happened. She knowed Old Pedro and all about Big , Joe and all about the wr-ddln' thai was to mmc off on 6 • MtM as murh. and che OUt. Wh«n I had done a Iced t .«=> front door. "■This dump." say.- sfee. 'is closed tOEtight. Xovv ! ark to wliat I tell ye, Lighthouse Tom. Ye will get no macriage license tomorrow nor the next day. I'm in command here, and ye will sail under my orders or I'll know the reason why. Mind that: I'll StOW > •■ ;.\\ay here so that no one will tini! and we'll see what is to corn , : out of this, Ye've gut yer roort in' to do BOW. Bee that ye do it right. , " The door had swung open to a pair of longshoremen, and for several min utes they had sees waiting in front of the bar. Lighthouse Tom arose slowly and went to serve them. 'He drank with them and chaffed them while I put in pay time trying to get conver sation from the parrot. "A surly bird," said he. when he had seated himself again at the Httle table. "He's his own idees of when he wants to talk, lie's got more mbh than me, that way. Let's drink." x \'r- drank and he was silent for a '.< lie. It's funny," said he at length, "how I took.me orders from Mother Martin. She had the helm from that time on. I slept there that night without sight of Annette. And after that, for a week, I had me hours every day. Al ways Mother Martin was In the room with the two of vs —setting there alongside, with her knitting in her lap, keepin' one eye on the needles and the other on me. That's the way I done my courtln', lad, as proper as any man ever did it. " What was it like?' ye ask. Well, not much said, that's true for you. I rould not talk Portugee and the lass could BOt lay her tongue to English. Yes ! did talk some—the same things a ni.in'.i fa, I guess. And there was times when she talked back—and them was the same things a girl always I w<.'ild not wonder. Sort of hold tne off, I should judge. Not that I ever tried to make free with her. Once 1 did manage to slip me arm about her when Mother Martin was not look ing, but I cast loose In a hurry when old eyes come back, ye can lay to that. And Annette was not like bad been when I took her in tow down East street. No, sir. When a woman i*aa the helm, she likes to hold it. and she did sort of like to hold me to my course —that's sure. Ye see Mother Martin was always talkin' with in Portugee, and 'twas one man agin two women. I had the worst of It. A good thing, too, fer if it had not been so, if we had not run afoul of Mother Martin, lad, ye see I'd have had me own way. And a sailor is a sm&or. » > , for seven days, I was laid by the heels in Mother Martin's boardin" house, keepin' clost during the main part of the time and every evenin , slttin' there doing my courting. What need is there to remember the things that was said? Wβ could not understand them. I looked BATTER UP! tion to any fan who comes along and tells liini to help himself. The ball player for whom the Pitts burg team paid a small fortune last scasnn is a clean cut. square shouldered chap, close to six feet in height. He has sandy hair and pientv of it; a fine, healthy, blue eye, and 'all the easy grace that an athletic career imparts to Hurling a Potato to Illustrate a Play many diamond • stars. He is soft"spoken, unassuming as,to'his achievements, and not given -to discussing his; purchase price. "While he -has- been 'successful since tie.beganishovinV'em bver ; for the Pirates,; his admirers| in . St. | Paul;.say that he hasn't begun to display his real'line::.of goods."' put over the plate. "My arm hasn't been really right so far this season, but lam not complaining , . I've had a few good games, and I've been violently assaulted once or twice, but a bump at her and she looked at me, and that was the whole of it. "Now, Mother Martin used to slip out and cruise around every mornin'. She brought back the news of Old Pedro and Big Joe. They was seourin' the city front and Steuart street making search for us two. But no one had knowledge of where we had gone. There was no boarders in the place; and none was took on that week. At the end of it. Mother Martin come to me. 'Twas in the arternoon. " 'Ye can slip out now,' says she, 'and get the marriage license. See to it that ye go uptown by way of the back streets. The lass is of age, but tjhat won't do ye any good if Old Pedro or Big Joe gets wind of ye. Fn if ye've sense in that thick head of yours yell steer a roundabout course and keep a sharp lookout. And don't come back here till after dark. I know a preacher man will tie the knot. While ye're gone I'll go and see him.' "It was the first time I'd tasted fresh air for a week; I was all stiff from layin' low so long. I got clear of the city front and bought the license up at •;inty 'Jerk's office. 1 paid $3 fer it. and come back that evenin , with one .unci} $lo piece in me pockets. "Mother Martin was* behind the bar poljshin' up whisky glasses. She gave me a sharp look and asked fer the license. I hauled it out and she cast an eye over it. " 'And now,' says she, 'yell lose no time What with keepin' an eye on ye an' barrin' the dure to good customers, ye've spiled me trade fer a week. The girl Iβ makin' herself ready. Ye know the preacher man, Fightln' Garge that runs the mission on the Barbary Coast. He will be Ftandfn' by fer ye. But first ye two will sup with me. The custom Iβ," .-ays she, 'fer to eat after the cere mony. But we'll run no chances. There may be squalls ahead. I seen one of Big Joe's gang hangin' about the neighborhood whilst ye was comln , down the block,' she says. "Annette come down the stairs. Mother Martin locked the door. The The lass was all decked out with col ors fiyin'. Mother Martin had given her the makin's of a dress and she had pieced it together while she was stowed away. Ah, lad, but she was good to look at then. My eyes was glued. " 'Come on,' says Mother Martin, and the three of us went into the back room. It was the first time I'd been there since the night they'd laid me by the heels. I looked about me, and I seen Mother Martin come as near to a grin as that face of hers could man age to make it. But there was noth ing said by either one of us. The round table where many a lad has set down before that day and sence to get the knockout drops that would send him around the world, was all rigged out with a white cloth and chiny cups and saucers. A meal was there that made me mouth water at the sight of It. 'Set down, , says Moth er Martin. "Ye two on that side. . She took her place acrost from us. It made me feel queer settin' there alongside Annette, and it come to me that here we was, all shipshape like man and wife. I looked into her eyes and they was all soft and wet, look- Ing into mine. " 'Come,' says Mother Martin, 'Light house Tom, ye can kiss yer girl—the bride to be," says she. I kissed An nette and my heart went soft Inside of me. "It was strange to be there with An nette, in that same room where I had been shanghaied three years before. And Mother Martin waltin' on us two, as if we was skipper and mate and she was cabin boy. While we was in the middle of it some one tried the front door. "Mother Martin jumped to her feet and slipped upstairs to a little peep hole she used for a lookout station in stormy weather. Directly she come back as quiet as a cat, and I seen from her face that there was something in the wind. " "Look lively there,' she says in a whisper, 'Big Joe and Old Pedro is the world for a pitcher. It convinces him that he isn't invincible, and he pays more attention *to his work." "Where was the arm born?" "In South Framingtiam, Mass. It is just 24 years old. We have been to gether all that time. J was educated in the public school and high school and my arm prepared for the big league on the lots of South Framing ham. It has been supporting me for about five years." "Are there any more at home like you?" "There are four more ballplayers, if that's what you mean," came with a hearty Isfugh. "Five O'Tooles playing ball?" "Five little O'Tooles," saiil Marty. "Mike with the Boston Nationals, Frank with Dorchester, Jack with a college team, Pat with a semi-profes pional team ;md me with the Pirates. Mike and Frank are pitchers, Jack is a first baseman and Pat is an out fielder." "Do you know you are violating the Sherman law?" "We get that on every side over home. They say we are trying to monopolize the game." "And all five are getting regular money for playing?" "That's the time you hit it on the nose. When it comes to getting the money the O'Tooles hit around the .500 mark. The first and fifteenth of every month finds envelopes headed for the old homestead from five parts of the country. My father has to do his fielding with a wheelbarrow on those dates." "Was your father a ball player?" "I should say not," said Marty. "He was born in Ireland, but jumped to the Yankee league when he was a young ster. He knows the game backward, because that's all he hears for seven or eight months of the year. It drives my mother and two sisters crazy when we're all at the table fielding bunts, knocking out home runs and making running catches. You ought to drop in on us when father and the boys are playing the indoor game. Occasionally one of my younger brothers hurls a potato to illustrate a play, and then my mother orders him out of the game." "Has Pittshurg any hopes of winning the pennant?' . outside an ( ) there's half a dozen gullies along- with them.' "I got up and started for the door. 'Ye fool,' says she and gripped me by the shoulder so that her long fingers sunk into my hide, this is no time for fightln'. Do ye want to lose yer wife before ye have her spliced? There's two eopporsTin that bunch.' "She lifted the table with the tea things on it to one side; and there was the hatch that I had been lowered through the last time I was in the room. She dropped on her knees and opened it by an iron ring. Down be low we could hear the washing of the tide agin the piles. 'Lively: , says she. 'Ye lubber: There's a dory moored straight below. Ye should know th>' way. Move! Damn yer eyes!" While she was whispering, the poundin' of lists come on the front door. She cursed me as handy as a mate on a Blackball liner. I cast one look at Annette; her face white, but her eyes was full on me. I dropped into the dory. Even then, while ! could hear the fists hammering on th*. floor, and could see Mother Martin tak ing the lass in her arms to lower her away to me. I wondered for what pour 3*vl] of a sailorman that ; dory bad been left here this night. But I said nothing; there was not the time if I had wanted to. I grabbed Annette as she come down to me, and I felt the soft, warm breath from her mouth on my neck. I placed her in the bow and cast off. Mother Martin dropped the hatch with a bang. "The tide was on the ebb, runnin , like a mlllraie: it was dark as the in elde of a cow. I grabbed the oars Just as we come broadside agin a pile. Annette picked up the boathook and fended us off just in time to save us from capsizing. As it was we ship ped a tubful of water. I give way the.n with all that was in me and we headed out fer the harbor. Lucky for us, Annette had learned to handle a boat when she was a kid and Old Pedro was a fisherman with a little sloop at Meiggs wharf. She got an odd oar and shipped It fer a rudder. "It was like rowing through a patch" of woods; the piles was on all sides and dead ahead. The lass was cox swain and I could just make out the wave of her hand as she signaled from time to time. Twice we fetched up agin one of them piles and my heart come up Into my mouth. At last we come out under God's sky. I settled down and pulled for the north. "Annette was on her feet with her hands on the steering oar; I could see her eyes shlnin' through the gray of the night. Down the harbor we went and we come among the shipping. We hugged the shore and was going in and out past the starns of the steam ers in their slips when all of a sudden the lass lifted one hand. I rested on my oars and we listened. Hard astarn come the noise of thumping rowlocks. I turned my head and took a squint for'ard over my shoul der. We was abreaat tbe Ferry buildin' and one of the Oakland boats was coming out from her slip. I seen there was just time to cross her bows. "I give way till me back cracked with the pullin' and the dory was jumping out of the water. As it was, 1 had mis judged »a little, giviri" the tide too much to do fer us; we passed so close that I could hear the foam hissing agin" the cutwater of her. As we cleared I seen* , the paddle wheel smashing down a yard astarn. Things was bilin' fer a minute, and we was pitched about like a cork. The glare of the cabin lights come all over us. But we had made it, and what was more, the others was obliged to slow up to let her pass. I took ad vantage of the lead and pulled until my chest seemed to be busting. We passed astarn of another boat and crossed the bows of a seagoing tug. It looked as if the gang behind had lost us fer good. "Sut when we was nearing the foot of Broadway I caught the sound of their oars agin. Some one was sweating, ye can lay to that. And then a hail come to us. It was old Pedro. Hie voice did not croak now; it sounded like a man in sore distress. I seen Annette pass one "Every man on the team thinks the club has a chance. The Giants have been going: great, but we all figure on tl/e uncertainty of the game. Any one of a dozen things can happen to slow hand ac,rost her eyes. And then she clinch.cc lif! steering oar again. "In them days there was a little dock under the lee of Telegraph hill and a slip where small craft used to get moor ings. I knowod that there was neither ffncp nor watchman about that wharf. I pointed to it, and Annette bobbed her head. We made the turn and fetched up at the bottom of a crazy old ladder that the boatman made use of. The tw* of us wont up it like a pair of sailors act ing aloft When the mate is cursing with a rope'B end in his fi. l! t. From the har hor come one last hail. Old Pedro was lii'fsint,'. Annette grabbed me by the arm; I could feel her shaking like a leaf; I looked (fovo and seen her cheek was wet Willi tears. T kissed her, and ■be untied then. And, sudden like, she (railed me for'ard. "We climbed Telegraph hill and we went down to the Parttary coast. The lights of the dance halls was blazing and the sailormen was crowding the si (lev.t> Ik, rirunk and fighting and sink ing-, like they ailys is. We vent straight Utroagti the rwU of them and found the mission. The preacher man was mi the platform up forward and the seats waa full of men. In the door Annette pulled back a little. I kissed her again; and then we went together down the main gangway. All sorts of men was there, but mostly drunks and other old dere licts. The preacher seen us romtn' and he paid something to them, I don't rf member what; but he hove to in his talk. "I told him how it was; we had to hurry if we wanted this thing done at all. lie asked us for the license and cast an eye on it. Then he stood us up and went to work. And, lad, while we two was standing alongside of one another, and he was making all fast, Annette spoke her first English. He asked her the question about sign- Ing the articles with me. And she says, "Tee. , right hack at him. Ye see. old Mother Martin had drilled that into her. And women catches onto such things mighty handy. "Well, Old Pedro and Rig Joe and the gang of them did not come. > It turned out afterwards how they lost their hearings there at the landing place. They never .run acrost us that night. As we was going out of the mission, I remembered what was needing to be done, and I went back and slipped the preacher man the ten-dollar gold piece. It was all the change I had. We went back by the lighted streets to Mother Martin's. I had the signed articles in my pocket and there was no man could stop us now. "Mother Martin was settin' alone in the bar-room. She had nothing to say about Old Pedro and Big Joe any more than they had come in the door and had put about to get a boat the minute they neen that we had gone. I'll bet she give them some sort of the rough side of her tongue, though. She did me, when I come to think about where me and the lass was going to stop that night. I remembered then that the ten-dollar piece was the last cent I had in the world and that I had give it to the preacher man. When she had done abusing me, she went back to the till. She handed me some bills. I looked at them. There was seventy five dollars. " There,' says she, 'take that fer ad vance money.' I could not help but grin when she said it. Ye remember? It was the same as the blood money "she had got for me from the Star of Asia. And I had sweated and froze many a night to 'am it back on that v'y'ge. She did not move a muscle, but looked me right between the eyes. "That squares us, Lighthouse Tom,' .says she. "I told her that it did not and started to say what was what and»how I felt fer what she had done for me. 'Fer ye?' says she. ' 'Twas fer the girl.' But just the same, lad. I've always knowed how much I owed Mother Martin." Lighthouse Tom smoked a long time and I was silent. At length lie puffed out a great blue cloud. "Ye see the way it is," said he. "Ye can never pass jedg ment on man nor woman. A crimp she was and a bad one. But she had a heart when once ye found it." few • ■>. > ptions, they are all at their best in midsummer. Sizzling weather is our long- suit.'" '"When did you start pitching?" "About five vrars ago. It was large ly hy accident that I reached the center of the diamond. Like my brotHers, I got my first professional start with a team tb&t was supported hy a manu facturing , concern in South Framing ham. The players were on the pay •cll and did a little office or factory work to keep the record straight, but in reality w« were there for the pur .; playing ball. "I played shortstop on the team. One flay w p.• :t we were shy a pitcher 1 went in and made an effort to fool the op posing batsmen wltii a puny out curve. I got away with the bluff, and right The Art of Pitching — Control NEVER has a pitcher (been success ful in the big- leagues, among the multitude of teams and sins covered l>y the form simiprofessionel ranks or "ii :ui amateur tram without control. Kip man lias ever become a star lacking , t',;s .-(.mnxxHty of baseball. It is as essential t<> the art of pitching a3 the tick is id Hie watch. * '"He'B got CY«tythtng, hut can't put theei where he wants 'em," is the lament of many a big" league manager as he looks over a young pitcher and signs hlfl death certificate as far us the "four hundred" of the game goes. He iK.iiis by t!n« criticism that the young , pitcher has the ability to curve the ball .':nd t<> make It take all sorts of freak ish breaks and jumps, but that he can not be sure, when he lets go of it, whether it is going over the plate or over third base, to exaggerate a little for the sake of emphasis. A twirler who walks batters constantly is value less to a ball team, because a smart hader on the other side will observe tins weakness and instruct his hitters ■"t<> wait him out." This means that the batters are to wait for the pitcher to throw balls, which the umpire will call, and, if the pitcher lacks the ability to produce the men, will then continue to walk around the bases and the game' will he won without a hit. Therefore, the first thing for a young and aspiring and perspiring pitcher to learn is to control the ball perfectly. This one accomplishment has kept many a pitcher winning games In the big leagues long after all his cunning as v curve ball pitcher and his speed had vanished. "Vie." Willis, formerly of the Pittsburg club, continued to win in the big league when his speed was gone and his curves refused to break with the old sharp jump because he had made a careful study of the batters that he faced and knew their "grooves." Willis had the nicest control of any man working in the upper strata dur ing his last two seasons of baseball life, and if a player came to the bat who he knew detested a ball on the inside of the plate, lie would pitch him inside balls, and b.e sure when the ball left his hand that it was going inside. Fortunately, the batter without a ■groove" — Hans Wagner, the great shortstop—was on the'same club with Willis and he did not have to pitch against the German. Other pitchers who have lasted in the big leagues through their ability to control the ball have been "Cy" Young , , Breitenstein and "Kid" Nichols, the latter two being old timers. Young, the marvel of baseball, went through three distinct stages as a pitcher. When "Old Cy," then "Young Cy," first stuck his head through the upper crust he had a wonderful fast ball with a hop on it that puzzled the batters. He de pended largely on this, and it was his main pitching asset for the first five or six seasons of his career. Then fol lowed the war times, when Young, baited by a larger salary, jumped from the National league into the American, and many wise managers in the older organization predicted that Young would not pitch much longer, because he was beginning to lose his wonderful speed. "Cy" set about developing a curve ball, and produced such a puz zler in this line that he was better than ever, and his pitching was largely in strumental in beating Pittsburg for the world's championship in 1903, when d game. For the rest of that season I pitched against opposing teams with considerable success." "Where did you break into stylish company?" "At Providence. I went there in 1907. I won three straight games, the first one being a shutout in a snowstorm. That was one of the funniest games I ever took part in. The players came near freezing to death. I couldn't come to terms with Providence, and after a few weeks I joined the Brock ton team, in the New England league. I remained with Brockton for two seasons and won the majority of my games. Jack Chesbro was in his prime at that time, and one of the New York papers printed pictures illustrating the manner in which he held his spit ball. With the aid of these pictures I started in to master the spitball and worked several hours every day until I was able to control it. I mot Chesbro this spring, and he was greatly inter ested when I related the story to him." "Did you go from Brockton to St. Paul?" "No. In the spring of 1909 I went south with the Boston Americans, but didn't get a chance to stick for the big show. I pitched four innings in an ex hibition game, but that's as far as I got. They turned me loose and I went to St. Paul, remaining with the team until I was farmed to Sioux City in the Western league. I did my first real pitching up there and began to at tract the attention of the baseball scouts. In 1910 I won 22 out of 27 games for Sioux City, my pitching help ing the club to win the pennant. In 1911 St. Paul put me to work again, and I got away to a bully start. I won II straight games, and the next thing I knew agents of the major league clubs were bidding for my services." "Were you surprised at the price offered by the Pittsburg team?" "I was stunned. The St. Louis Na tionals and several other teams had made big offers, but Mr. Dreyfuss set tled the question by topping all the other managers. I joined the Pittsburg team in August of last year, and the fans are fairly well acquainted with what I have" done since. I think I was especially fortunate in getting my major league start under the guidance of Mr. Clark. He has a remarkable knowledge of the game and he has never lost patience in coaching me. Wagner, Donlin, Gibson and all the other members of the club have given up hours of their time to help me over the rough spots. They're a great bunch of fellows." "Did the extensive advertising affect your work?" "I don't think so. I made up my mind to go in there and pitch just as hard as I knew how, and I tried to forget that I had cost the team a fancy price. For "weeks after the sale my mail was as heavy as Andrew Car negie's. I got all sorts of communi cations, some relating to baseball, others asking for money and quite a few scolding me for having come so high. The funniest thing in this con nection happened on the day I pitched the Pirates were playing the Boston Americans. As 'Cy's' age and waist measure in creased, his curve ball refused to break for him and he had to fall back on his control with his speed long , since faded. This was the third stage of his career as a big leaguer. And he remained and won frames for four years in the big league on his eonfrol alone, combining it with accurate knowledge of the bat ters' weaknesses. Therefore it is evident that any player who expects to be a successful pitcher must have control of the ball. This can be obtained only by work and can not be taught by correspondence school methods any more than first aid to the injured principles or the art of running an automobile can. The skeleton of a formula can be supplied, and if the young pitcher works diligently along its lines he should be able to "put them where he wants 'em." The first suggestion is to get some boy or young man not rated as a very bright star in the set to which the young pitcher belongs, as he is himself, and induce him to don a catcher's mitt. Then let the incipient pitcher back him up against a good, broad barn or some other natural backstop and plant a plate in front of him. Pitch nothing but straight balls to the catcher and devote all energies to getting the ball high on the inside, low on the inside, or high on the outside or low on the out side. Then about once in every five or six pitches practice a "groover," which is a straight one right over the middle of the plate. It is a bad ball to pitch, and only used by successful pitchers when the batter hae them in the "hole," which means that the hitter has three balls and no strikes. To some batters it is foolish to "groove" a ball even when the situation Is very pressing, and many wise pitchers prefer to walk a heavy hitter and take a chance on the next batter, 'laying- It over for him." The catcher should aJso act in the capacity of umpire, coach and hitter. He muet be fair in his judgment of balls, so that the pitcher will get the benefit of an honest opinion on his pitching. "Now, this fellow," saye the catcher as the Imaginary batter eteps up to the plate, "can't hit a low one over the inside. Let's see you slip one through there. Then the pitcher tries to put the ball over the inside corner and keep It about the height of the average bat ter's knees, the low line for a strike. "You got that one too good," com ments the catcher as he tosses the ball back. "He would probably have pickled it to the fence. Now try it again." So the pitcher continues to practice until he can get the ball over the in side and low. After pitching to a catcher for some time, let him install a dummy batter, who is to step as a regular hitter would, but must not hit the ball. This dummy batter gives a pitcher a line on exactly the sort of a situation he faces in a game, and he can gauge better the way to throw the ball and can tell when he is getting them inside or outside or over the plate. "Rube" Marquard, the sensational southpaw of the Giants, is a splendid example of a man who is a manufac tured star through diligent application to the art of gaining control. When Marquard first came to the Giants, in my last game for St. Paul. The papers liad just announced the sale and pur chase price. I was on my way to the hotel 'bus when a little chap who had been following me shouted: 'Say, you ain't such a swell looking bargain for $22,000. Gee, I thought you was a beauty.' " Avhat Is the difference between the major and minor leagues?" "Mostly the difference in team play. The major league managers are con stantly speeding up their machines with new plays and demand faster thinking on the part of the players. In several ways I think the major league Is easier than the minor. The fans are more reasonable on the big league circuit and are inclined to give you credit if you make a good play. There is not so much bitterness as there is in the smaller leagues. The players in the big league play cleaner ball and do not attempt to injure each other. Some of "Say, you ain't such a swell look ing bargain for $22,000" the players in tho minor leagues will go to any lengths tp win a game of ball, a fact which accounts for so many of the players being injured." "How have you managed to dodge the vaudeville stage?" 'Only by the most expert base run ning. They've been trailing me ever since I joined the team, but I have sent them back to the bench. It takes a lot of courage, because some of the salaries they shove at you look like bank statements. I've turned down all offers so far because I know I haven't got any talent in that direction. I may go in business next winter. I haven't any idea what it will be just now. I may start a restaurant." "It's bound to be a success if you can get your brothers to trade with you," was suggested. "That's right," said Marty. "They never pull away from the plate." 1908. he was announced as the man for whom $11,000 had been paid, then a fabulous ?>rice to give for a ball player. Marquard started in a few games in the latter part of the season of 1908, and he lacked control. He hit men and walked them and got the bases so full of runners that he lost all his self-possession and was helpless la the box. The newspapers clamored for his release, and tiie spectators hooted him wherever he appeared on the field, derisively calling him th sll,ooo "lemon." "That boy's got everything except control."' declared McGraw. the Giants' manager and a great judge of ball players, after looking Marquard over. Then McGraw went and got Wilbert - Robinson, the old catcher of the Balti- more team, and a man famous for being able to develop young pitchers. "Robbie," said McGraw, "this guy's got everything In the world on the ball, but he lacks control. I hate to let him go because some other fellow will make a great pitcher out of him and he will be winning ball games from me some day. Will you come south with the club and see what you can do with him?" "Robbie" came south and he brought with him a home plate made out of a thin board, which was carried easily. Each morning Marquard and Robinson could be seen in some secluded corner of the Held at Marlln springs, working , always tor control. Robinson, with the portable home plate, would pick up the spot and drop the scenery, which was the home plate. Marquard would pace out the correct distance and they would go to It. "Now this guy is a high ball hitter," Robinson would begin. "Don't try to put all you've got on the ball. "Rube. , Keep out of that hole. Get the first one over and keep the edge on him." "Rube" would wind up and let go. "That's the way to cross them," Rob inson -would comment. Or if the pitch had been bad he would say: "Now give us a straight one where you want it. You've got too much stuff. Don't use it all. That was the trouble with the last one. It broke away down below the batters knees." For two years Marquard went through this course in obtaining control and the ability to put the ball where he wanted it, studying the batters from the bench and learning their "grooves." The result is that the Giants hay a pitcher now who is the sensation of baseball. He has no bigger curves than he had the first day he went into the box at the Polo ground, perhaps not as big, but ho has control. If a young pitcher can get a man like Robinson to coach him, he is particularly hzcftrr. "Robbie" does not abuse and QiscoTir age a young pitcher, but he "kids" him along and gives him confidence in him self. When Ames of the Giants is dis couraged, "Robbie" will say to him when they are both under the shower: "It looked to me as if you were get ting that curve of yours over better out there today. 'Red.' Lets try it out in practice tomorrow. If you get that curve breaking right none of them will stop you." Ames then begins to think about his curve and gets confidence in It, and studies its habits and eccentricities and uses it to advantage after he has re hearsed with Robinson and the dummy batter. JOHN N. WHEELER.