Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 128, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 15 June 1917 — Page 3

MANY EX-GIANTS MAKE GOOD MANAGERS

Many of the men who have played with the Giants under the leadership of John J. McGraw within the last ten years or so, are now managing ball clubs themselves. Only one, however, is In the big leagues. This Individual is the once famous Christy Mathewson, who is at the head of the Cincinnati Reds. Roger Bresnahan, once Matty’s catcher, is part owner and manager of the Toledo team of the American association. Roger’s teafti this year is composed mostly of former Yankees. Joe McGinnity, the real iron man of baseball, is leading the Butte team of the Northwestern league. Incidentally, Joe is still pitching. Mike Donlin Is In charge of the Memphis team of the Southern association and making good. Arthur Devlin, the once famous third baseman, Is managing the Norfolk team of the Virginia association; Hooks Wiltse, the left-hander, the Reading club of the New York State league, and Mickey Doolan, the Rochester club of the International league.

M’ALEER PRAISES OLD STARS

Major League Players of Today Have Nothing on Boys of Long Ago, Says Veteran Leader.

Present-day stars of the major leagues are no better performers than the stars of the olden days, in the

Jimmy McAleer.

opinion of, Jimmy McAleer, the veteran manager. •'We have some great players now, but I can’t see where the best of them have anything on the boys of long ago,” he said. ‘‘Show me, in any club, the equal of Buck Ewing—a catcher who could do everything that Schalk and such top liners do today, and who could beat the ball to death year after year. Show me the equal of Jimmy Collins on third base. I think he was the greatest third baseman that ever lived. Balls that bound badly bother all third basemen now, and used to bother all but Collins —he bounded with the ball. “Where are the shortstops now that can both field and hit like Jennings. Lang and Dahlen? Or any second basemen better than McPhee or Pfefer! Or artybody who could bunt like Brown or Keeler, or hit the old ball as hard as Delehanty?”

WOOD HAS MASTERLY RECORD

Among Those Who Have Pitched 100 Game* or More Smokey Joe Rank* Next to Alexander. - , There is small wonder extant over Cleveland’s Interest in the pitching condition of Smoke-Ball Joe Wood. If you ever care to examine the records you will find that among those ■who have pitched' 100 or more major league games Wood ranks next to Alexander in winning effectiveness. Civen a pitcher of the type back in j«hape, and Cleveland would not only t>e a pennant contender, but a very iatout pennant possibility. The Woodifipeaker combination made the Red !Sox invincible in 1912, and the same pair could very easily make the Indians decidedly annoying in 1917. :

HITS WESTERN LEAGUE HARD

Sunday Lid on Amusements in lowa I* Serious Blow to Baseball in Hawkeye State.

The clamping down of the lid on all amusements in lowa on Sunday through the state “blue lawte” may prove serious to the Western league, writes Judge in Omaha Bee. Sunday Is the big day in every city in the league. It is, in fact, about the only day in the week that large crowds turn out to witness the diamond clashes in the Zehrung loop and the existence of every club in the league practically depends upon its Sunday attendance. Each club, for Instance, draws ten Sunday dates at home. An average attendance probably would be 3,000 a game unless some city is so unfortunate as to lose several Sundays through bad weather, in which case the average would be lower. This means 30,000 persons and the total attendance of all other games during the year will not greatly exceed this number, if at all. If Sioux City and Des Moines are prevented from playing Sunday ball, neither club is likely to last long. They can’t afford to lose 30,000 admissions. The very existence of the Western league is unquestionably likely to be threatened seriously unless these clubs are allowed to play on Sunday.

SORE ARM MADE FRED TONEY

Lame Wing Taught Cincinnati Twlrler to Mix Other Things With Speedy Ball, Says Chance. France Chance says that a sore arm made a good pitcher of Fred Toney of the Cincinnati Reds. In the old -days

Fred Toney.

when Toney worked for Frank he refused to learn anything about the art of pitching, but would burn the ball over the plate, and the faster he pitched the better the batters liked him. A sore arm stopped his speed, and he learned to mix other things with his “swift." /

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, IND.

The Golden Egg

By Victor Redcliffe

(Copyright, 1917, by W. G. Chapman.) “I am speaking from my heart. Elva. Can you give me any hope?” Youth and love were enshrined in the mellow golden sunlight which irradiated Elva Parsons and Maurice Houghton, seated on a mossy bank at the riverside. It' was the critical, ecstatic or despairing moment in the fate of Maurice Houghton which he had anticipated for many months. He was a small farmer in the district, laboring mightily from dawn to dark to, wrest a living from the little twenty-acre farm patch his father had left him badly encumbered with debt At last he faced the unequal struggle In a manly, practical way. It would take ten years to lift the interest-devour-ing mortgage, but by close, calculating and persistent effort he could feed the consuming monster, finally extinguish it and meantime live comfortably, at least. With Elva Parsons by his side Maurice was sure of hopeful counsel and co-operation and happiness. So he had come to the little home, had decoyed her into a stroll which she regarded as merely casual, and now Elva sat blushing divinely, her eyes averted, but her heart throbbing with responsive love for. her suitor of a year, whose brave, loyal spirit had long since appealed to her. Alas! the words of reply that would make Maurice Houghton a happy man were flattering on her honey sweet lips, when, suddenly— Crash! The startling sound aroused both from their dream of bliss. They arose to their feet. Splash! “Oh, Maurice, a man in the water! He will drown. No! no! do not imperil your own life!” But Maurice was gone. In a flash he had taken in the picture of an old

Helpless in the Strong Current.

man who, crossing the old bridge spanning the stream, had sunk with yielding, rotten timbers. Now he was Jn mid-stream, his arms waving wildly, whirled round and round helplessly in the strong central current A natural born athlete, a superb swimmer, Maurice soon had the insensible victim of the bridge accident in his grasp after a plunge into the water and a few speedy swinging strokes. He got the man ashore and laid him on the bank, kneeling to chafe his cold hands and pressing his chest to exude the water from his lungs. “Oh, I know him!” cried the pale and trembling Elva. “He is the strange old man who came early in the summer and who lives like a hermit in the old Percy cottage near the edge of the town. He never speaks to anyone. They call him mis—mis —&- "Mlser?” supplied Maurice. “No —misanthrope, that's it. He lives poorly, but they say h‘6 has money and had some business or family disappointment, and buries himself here to get away from all his old friends and associates.” “We had better get him home,” suggested Maurice. “See, he is recovering. Courage, sir,” spoke Maurice in Als hearty, helpful way. “We got you out of your trouble just in time.” The old man was still half dazed. He shivered with cold and shock. Between them Elva and Maurice assisted him to the wretched home where he lived. He was so weak when he reached it that they had to almost carry him into the house. They placed him on a bed in a miserably furnished room. •*I win make a fire and get him undressed and comfortable,” Maurice advised Elva. “But you will stop on your way home and tell me how Mr. Trask is getting along?” pleaded Elva and her eyes feU and she flushed consciously, for while she was truly sympathetic and humane, she longed to have Maurice take up the thread of that welcome love discourse where the lud-

dent of the broken had rudely disturbed it. “I will, Elva,” promised Maurice, and an hour later, true to his word, he joined Elva at the gate of her lowly home. Elv*a lived with an old maiden aunt arid they were even poorer than Maurice. She greeted her lover eagerly. Old Mr. Trask was all right. It might be well, however, Maurice suggested, to have Elva or her aunt visit the cottage the next day and see that he was keeping so. Then Maurice leaned closer to his fair companion. “As I was saying when that splash startled us,” he spoke, low-voiced and smiling, and lower went the blushing face of Elva, and his utterance faded whisper, and her’s was responsive, and the soft, balmy air quivered with the echo of their first love kiss. Elva wpnt to see Mr. Trask the next day. She found him dressed and seated in a chair near to the open doorway. He was wrapped up and his face looked pinched and troubled. It brightened as Elva came into view. “I was too stricken to even thank you and your brave, good friend yesterday,” spoke Mr. Trask, and in a very few minutes Elva felt easy and friendly with the old recluse. She detected that It was with difficulty that he got around. Playfully and then insistently she declared he must let her tidy up things anti started at work forthwith. Elva was truly appalled at the disorder and barrenness of the three little rooms the cottage contained. When she came to the larder her pretty face took on a pitying expression. Some dry bread was all that she found. Without saying a word to Mr. Trask, she hurried away by the rear door, reached home and went around to the barn of the place. Elva had a rare docile pet in Whitey, the one hen she had raised and owned. In the feed box were a dozen eggs she had accumulated to make a setting for Whitey. Resolutely Elva gathered them up in her sun bonnet. Then she hastened back to the cottage. The old recluse devoured the toast, coffee and four fresh eggs with an avidity that showed he had been negligent of his eating in the past. For several days Elva continued to go down to the cottage and act the helpful housekeeper. Her presence seemed to have a humanizing influence on its inmate. Mr. Trask came out of his shell. He had money, Elva learned, and she induced him to order household necessities from the village. Maurice came to call upon her one evening to find his lady-love in a state of great excitement. “Suppose we stroll down to the cottage and see how Mr. Trask is getting along?” he suggested. “Why, Maurice, he is gone!” said Elva. “Gone?” repeated Maurice vaguely. “Yes, only two hours since. Oh, Maurice! it is like a story book. It seems that he had quarreled with his wife and had isolated himself here, and what do you think! —she traced him and came to see aunty and me this morning, and I took a message to Mr. Trask, and they are reconciled, and I am glad that we have all been able to so happily mend two broken lives.” It was a month later, and Maurice and Elva were seated in the garden discussing details of their approaching marriage, when the parcels post man drove up in his delivery gig. For “Miss Elva Parsons” there was a small boxlike package. “What can it be?” murmured Elva, as her eager fingers undid the coverings. “Why! an egg, golden egg!” exclaimed Maurice, as such, lying in a soft nest of wool, was disclosed. “It opens!” said Elva. “See the little card! From Robert Trask as a grateful acknowledgment of the care and kindness of true, unselfish friends.” And inside the quaint treasure case, suggestive of “Whitey” and her product, was a new, crisp one thousand dollar bill, and the worries of the future were past for the happy pair.

Dimensions In Language.

Perhaps there are states of mind perfectly expressible in language; botany reader with a love for something beyond cleverness will value a passage not so much for a content small enough to be exactly adjusted to its form as for a content which is felt to have expanded the form, to overflow it, to circle beyond it, writes George Soule in the New Republic. This is, for instance, the charm of Henry James’ style; he did not take language as it was given him and busy himself with the game of finding meanings which neatly and gracefully would fit into it; he kept stretching it and using it for new purposes until he made of this one-dimen-sional medium an imitation of three dimensions, something in which recurring variations of suggestion lead outward and back again until it conveys not a simplified procession of ideas, but a rich mind as it exists to itself.

The Only Way.

Theodore Dreiser, the New York novelist, helped himself to some tiny rice-birds at a luncheon at Sherry’s. “What little things rice-birds are!” said a poet. “Here are nine on this one piece of toast. How do you kill enough rice-birds for a meal, anyhow?” “Why, with Insect powder/ of course,” said Mr. Dreiser, taking up a brace of birds on his fork.

Identification.

“Your mother was talking about some women of moods and tense moments.” TH bet it wac our grammar teacher.” „

LOCOMOTIVES THAT CAME BACK TO LIFE

LOCOMOTIVE OF 25 YEARS AGO IN SCRAP YARD.

(From Scientific American.) An order of 50 locomotives fresh from the works Is good-sized, but when a railroad decides to turn out that number from Its own scrap yards the achievement has more than ordinary significance. This has recently been accomplished by the Burlington railroad in its various shops and the same engines that a year or so ago were lined up on the side tracks In a dilapidated condition are now serving branch lines in various parts of the middle West. A quarter of a century ago the biggest locomotives were little eightwheeled affairs. One who has noticed their long, low appearance and narrow boilers will not soon forget them. These engines pulled the big trains of their day and ran on every line in the country. The iron leviathans of the present time had not been thought of. Trains were composed of three or four coaches for the most part and traffic had reached but a small portion of its present size. The little locomotives did service because there was no call for anything better. Little Engine* Crowded Out But year by year the main lines of the roads secured more traffic, trains grew longer and cars heavier and the little engines that ‘had done their service so well a few years before were crowded off. The Atlantic and Pacific types of locomotives took their places and the little “eight-wheelers” were gradually side-tracked as they wore out. Every railroad has found them accumulating, so great has been the revolution in locomotive building. But they are coming back. The building of 50 engines out of their

SCRAPPED LOCOMOTIVE RESTORED TO LIFE.

BUY PRIVATE CARS

Railroad Men Say That the Number Sold Sets a Record. $30,000 COST Of VAGABONDS Never In History of Overland Railroads Have Women Dealt So Extensively In Chartering and Purchase of Conveyances. Mrs. George de Long, the former Mrs. Richard Lounsberry, and one of the wealthy children of the late James B. Haggin, has bought for $30,000 the new private car, Vagabondla, in which she and her husband and former private secretary, George de Long, are finishing their honeymoon, San Francisco Bulletin states. A payment by checks of De Long through the local Haggin people for a bill of repairs gave the first inkling of the purchase, and gift, all of which is causing railroad officials to voice this interesting opinion: “Never in the history of the overland railroads have women dealt so extensively in chartering and buying private cars as is the case right now.” And they are pointing out that of 38 private cars on the three roads in this state during a recent week almost half of them are either chartered or owne<jl by women. Mrs. M. H. de Young of San Francisco, who is not in good health, has been Quietly traveling over the state in thQuprivate car Mlshowake, which she chartered from its owner, Mrs. Jennie Whitman of New York and'San Francisco. Mrs. J. A. Edson of Kansas City, Mrs. E. 8. Moore of Boston, Mrs. J. Hobart Moore of Chicago, Mrs. George Widener of New.. York and Philadelphia. Mrs. H. E. Huntington of New York and Los Angeles and Mrs. R. E. Hopkins of Boston are other women using private cars In the state, Mrs. Edson, who is the wife of the

derelict predecessors proves that uses may be found for everything if one looks far enough. As the larger engines came into use on the main lines, such of the “eight-wheelers” as could be used did service on branch lines. And that is where the 50 locomotives are being put to work. The branch lines of the present day may be compared to the main lines of 25 years ago and the extension and growth of service on these small linen naturally bring a demand for engines that can be operated without too great expense. Old Frames Were Good. When it came time to reclaim all of these locomotives from the scrap pile it was found that the frames were for the most part entirely good. New boilers consequently were bought and the old engines‘taken down part by part. Generally speaking with the exception of the boilers all the other parts of the new engines were saved from the scrap pile. The good parts from the old locomotives were assembled just the same as In building entirely new engines. Even the old boilers were not entirely lost_ for many of them were made to do service In round houses and shops where there was no necessity for high-steam pressure. While at first sight the new locomotives appear shorter than the old, in reality they are not; the fact that larger boilers were used makes them appear so. About one-third the cost of new locomotives was saved by the plan; and the engines are. pronounced vastly superior to their forerunners, and altogether the equal of any of their size built entirely new at locomotive works.

president of the Kansas City Southern railroad, owns her car. So does Mrs. H. E. Huntington and Mrs. George Widener, whose mother, Mrs. Sloane, is a daughter of the late William H. Vanderbilt, the head of the second generation of that New York family, a Both Mr. and Mrs. H. E. Huntington have private cars which are equipped with motors. Another California woman who owns this kind of car is Mrs. A. K. Macomber of Burlingame, heiress to a Standard Oil fortune. Mrs. Francis Caroian of Burlingame, a daughter of the house of Pullman of Chicago, and Mrs. W. K. Vanderbilt. Jr., of New York, almost head the list; of women tn this country who pay out tpuch money in chartering privates cars. , Mrs. Caroian enjoys the unique distinction of being the only person in the country who refused a gift of one of the cars. She was once offered her pick of several of them by George M. Pullman, her father.

NEW TYPE CROSSING SIGNAL

Trial of Design Being Made on Lines of Virginia Company—Drivers Are Responsible. Railroad crossing signals of the type adopted at a recent convention of railroad officials In this city will be placed) this week at the crossings of Virginia line, both on the Alexandria-Mt. Vernon division and that to Falls Church and Fairfax. The signals consist of a large round! disk haring a deep border of black, around It with large letters R. R. ha black and black lines forming a crose through the center from edge to edge. The rest of the disk Is white and large enough to attract attention even on * dark night. They.will be placed 308 feet from the crossings on each side and will give ample room for automobile drivers to check the speed of their machines before the crossings are reached. The jreceiit decisions in the Virginia courts, it is stated, place the burden of looking out for safety at railroad! crossings upon the drivers of autome* biies or other