Walkerton Independent, Volume 62, Number 13, Walkerton, St. Joseph County, 20 August 1936 — Page 2

C New York Poet.—WNU Service. Don't Let Fellows Bother You About Laek of Size, Ted Note to suspicious customers — Even though he was crazy with the heat, the baldest of the Bradleys still would be too smart to kick in with that ancient “repeated by request” gag. Yet there are letters which keep piling up each summer and—. But enough of such excuses. This piece, which first saw the light many months ago, is used here for the numerous puzzled letter-writing Teds throughout the land. DTAR TED—If I were you I would not worry about what the boys say at school. Neither would I strain myself too much this summer. Perhaps the coach is right in saying that you are too small for football, but what of it? You are only sixteen years old and you may have plenty of time for adding extra pounds and inches so that you can make your letter. Look at Jim Braddock. Up to the time he was tw’enty-nine years

old he was kind of small for the honors he really was seeking and the grownup boys used to say a lot more about him than the boys at your school possibly could imagine. He did not fret about it. Instead, years after most men in his line would have been through growing or

advancing in any fashion, he added an inch to his height and twenty pounds to his weight. Then he became heavyweight champion of the world. As for yoa figuring that 115 pounds is not enough for a baseball player because you have read that managers prefer strapping sixfooters, let me tell you a story. It goes back through the years to the decade that was known as the glamorous nineties. Baseball was young then, a teeming, boisterous sport. The ball was not endowed with the elastic qualities of a later era, and when fences were built far from the home plate, a giant would seem needed to produce a batting average of .432. It is a mark that never has been equaled since that season and has been beaten only once in the sixty recorded years of the sport. A Little 115-Pounder, Ted, Made 243 Hits in a Season Want to know the man who achieved it as well as 243 hits, a record toward which not even the giant Hank Greenberg may aspire? No, I am not trying to kid you. That pale little fellow with the thin cheeks and the angular elbows folded across a narrow chest is not the bat boy. This is on the level, Ted, no matter what the boys at school may have told you. What? How could such a half pint rise to the heights when strapping pitchers and burly, far-ranging infielders rallied to defend against him? Let us, still imagining that we are back in the nineties, ask him. See how he gazes steadily at us while a knobby chin ceases moving and a wad of chewing gum gets a moment’s rest. Listen. “That’s easy,” Wee Willie Keeler is saying. “I just hit ’em where they ain’t.” Translated into more elegant terms, Ted, this atom of a man, scarcely bigger then than you are now, has explained the superiority of mind over matter. Blazing speed, mSscles that co-ordinated with an alert, ever inquiring mind, made one of the smallest men in the history of baseball one of the greatest batters of all time. Along with John McGraw, another great little guy. Wee Willie changed the trend of the game, ' caused rules to be revised. Their ability to tap the ball out of reach of the fielders brought science into a sport that had subsisted on force. They proved the worth of the bunt, the sacrifice, the hit-and-run play. Before their time a foul ball did not count as a strike. McGraw and Keeler could stand at the plate and deliberately hit so many fouls | that they wore down the strongest pitchers. The rule was changed. When they joined the immortal old Orioles they were such scrawny little guys that other players laughed and said they should not be permitted to do anything more strenuous than carry bats. They fought with frantic muscles, fiery tongues and quick brains. They never ceased trying, learning. Before long the fans were fighting to get into the parks to see them. For more than thirty years after that the greater little guy, McGraw, was to continue as one of the biggest men in the history of the game. Os course, that was long ago. Ted, but the boys at school tell you that similar things no longer can happen. Instead, when you return in the fall ask them about little Bill Johnston or Cyril Walker or Bert Metzger or Morris Ely. When muscle instead of heart was measured they were very little guys, but they won against giants in the biggest of big-time competition.

NOT IN THE BOX SCORE: GREEDY National league club owners and officials are getting some determined opposition from Horace Stoneham. Rattle-brained parties, who are willing to wreck the game so long as they can salvage some quick and easy dough, have put on strong pressure to make him vote for their night baseball grab. The young magnate’s only answer is that it will be a very dark day before he sells out the fans who have carried the Giants through sixty years of sunshine . . . Max Machon was a jockey’s valet around European race courses long before he achieved success as Max Schmeling’s trainer . . . Captain Emilie Dubiel and Star Fullback Don Jackson were among the spring scholastic casualties at Harvard . . . Joe Doherty, the Brooklyn featherweight, was an incubator baby. Star Halfback Chick Kaufman hopes to be the first man in Prince- । ton’s seventy years of football to play through four seasons without a defeat. He was out of college in ’34 when Yale accomplished the lone Tiger loss since 1932. . . . Could there be any truth to the gossip that Navy and Columbia would like a Friday night (instead of Saturday afternoon) date for their football game at the Polo Grounds this fall? . . . Bobby Riggs, the best Davis cup prospect since Ellsworth , Vines, has a weakness for soft voices as well as for soft tennis attacks. Although only eighteen, he displays as much finesse in feminine society as he does on the tennis courts . . . Pete Reilly, who has managed more featherweight champions than any other man in history, probably has a new one in tow. The youngster is Pete Scalzo who has scored three one-round kayos in the pro ring. Mrs. John McGraw, who is recuperating from a long illness, is visiting Mrs. Christy Mathewson at Saranac . . . Young Christy Mathewson, incidentally, has fairly well J recovered from that terrible airplane crash and hopes soon to resume as a professional flyer . . . Harry Weldon was the first sports editor to use race charts in a newspaper. That was in Cincinnati about fifty years ago . . . Irish Eddie Dunne, Benny Leonard’s lightweight, reminds you somewhat of Gene Tunney . . . Stew Saks, who owns one of ihe things out Hempstead way, says you need at least 18,000 golf balls a season if you operate a driving range. If you are lucky and know enough caddies you buy the balls for 60 cents a dozen. Diz Dean “Speriments” With Brand New Pitch Dizzy Dean says he is “sperimentin’ ” with a new pitch, but re-

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fuses to tell what it is. Most fans would agree that the Card ace has plenty of stuff on the ball already, without trying to develop a new delivery . . . Lesser members of the Joe Medwick family have okayed the news that the National league’s best hitter will be

married this fall . . . New York baseball writers are wondering if Jimmy Wilson knows that the Phillies’ trainer practically throws them out of the clubhouse each time they seek to visit the Philly manager. After taking so long to join the Pro Lawn Tennis association, Berkeley Bell now is sad because he surrendered. A week after he came through with his dues he was notified that he had been suspended and fined SlO for playing in unsanctioned matches . . . Harry Tinniswood, once famed as center forward for the old Longfellow’s soccer team, now is one of Port I Chester’s most eminent citizens . . . His friends will bet you that Harry Balsamo hits harder than any middleweight now in the business. Statisticians report that 90 per cent of the fighters now competing on the weekly cards are Italians. . . . Stuffed shirts of sports break out into cold sweats every time Pat Robinson approaches them. He is one of that decreasing number of j great reporters who cannot be shush shushed by master minds seeking to get away with some new lunacy or larceny . . . Trap shooting is one sport where youth does not always have to be served. Charlie (Sparrow) Young, who won the Ohio State championship this year, is nearly eighty years old. Players say that the best umpire now in the minors is Van Graflin of the International. He once was in the American league and probably will be recalled to the big time next year . . . The community : councils of the city of New York lack funds for playground equipment. If you want to give the kids a break and if you can spare any sports paraphernalia, old or new, get in touch with this department. The largest cash-on-the-line crowd . ever to witness a minor league ball : game saw Kansas City entertam I j the Toledo Mudhens in 1928. More than 28,000 customers enabled a , home-town boy named Casey Sten- l j gel to take 512.000 back to his To- i ledo bosses on that date. Al Lane, brother of the ex-Tiger , ' captain and tabbed as one of the ' I best football prospects in years, i j made his first Princeton gain the i | other day. He got past the Profs | I who had thrown him for a loss on ; t his first try at the entrance exams I . . .In addition to managing the I • very promising young fighter, Irish j ■ Johnny Clinton, Joe King is bounc- I I er for a New York restaurant. English Language Leads ■ ; There are said to be some 5,000 i living languages. English is the most extensively spoken, with j ; some 200,000.000 speakers. Neither , India nor China has any one lan- ! t guage which is spoken by so many j people.

_ I,^— f IAUD v x , FAMOUS • 01,13 “Hornets and Bullets'* By FLOYD GIBBONS CROWD over there, boys and girls, and make room for a new Dis* : tinguished Adventurer in this club of ours. He is Ralph Gewehr of South Orange, N. J. I’ve got to admit, right at the start, that Ralph’s yarn is a stinger. | It happened to him in August, 1934, up in the Adirondacks, when Ralph and his pal, Billy, started out with a couple of .22 calibre rifles to hunt eagles. Well, sir, that’s a good enough start for any adventure. An eagle is a pretty tough proposition, and a .22 calibre rifle is a pretty small piece of hardware to try to handle one with. If they d found any eagles on that little hunting trip of theirs, they’d have had plenty of adventure. And I guess if they hadn’t run across anything more dangerous than a cottontail rabbit they’d have had an adventure, too. Those lads were slated for trouble. Their numbers were up—especially Ralph’s. Anything they did that day would have been wrong, and when Billy took a pot shot at the only game in sight, he started something worse than a whole flock of eagles and a couple of buzzards thrown in for good measure. Boys Find Hornet’s Nest Is Dangerous Target. With their rifles in their arms, Ralph and Billy headed up the trail on foot. They trudged up to the top of Blue Ledge, a distance of ten miles from the summer camp of Ralph’s folks at North river. The , boys planned to spend the night in the mountains, like real hunters, and look for adventure. They were too tired to go after eagles by the time they arrived, but hornets were another thing. Now a hornet is pretty far from an eagle, but a hornet's nest makes a nice target—if you don’t care what you shoot at—and Billy didn t care. He let fly at that hornet’s nest and hit it smack in the center and then adventure began in earnest. Ralph says those hornets came out of that nest like a cloud of buzzing smoke. He thinks all the hornets in the world must have been in it from the way they went for him. He took one look at the flying circus and then hit the trail as fast as he could go. But it wasn’t fast enough. They dove at him in mass formation and kept right on his tail. He got a glimpse of Billy tearing through the woods with a million or so of the enemy on his shoulders and the next second tripped and fell. Bang! Went a Shot Right in Ralph’s Ear. Bang! went a shot right in his ear. He thought it was Billy’s rifle for a moment because his had fallen out of his hand. Then he felt a stinging sensation in his side. That must have been a big hornet, he thought, from the way it felt. Ralph Is Shot by His Own Rifle. The hornets were stinging him everywhere, but none of them hurt as much as the one in his side. He put his hand on the spot and drew it away covered with blood! Ralph was shot! His own rifle had exploded on hitting the ground and the bullet must be in his body! Hornets were forgotten in the face of this discovery. The situation was deadly serious. Here was a boy shot in the side and he was ten miles from civilization. Besides, both boys were already tired from their long walk. And, to make matters worse, the only doctor was eight miles more beyond Ralph’s cabin. They could make that last eight miles in his mother's car, but how would Ralph ever survive the walk? Ralph says their Boy Scout training came immediately to mind. The thing to do in case of a sudden shock, they recalled, was to apply heat, externally, internally and eternally. So Billy built a fire, heated some water and made coffee. Ralph drank the coffee, which heated him internally. Then Billy wrapped him in the blankets for the external heating. The boys washed the w’ound with hot water, bound it up as well as they could with their handkerchiefs, and started on the long trek back home. Wounded Lad Makes Heroic 10-Mile Trek. Did you ever try to walk ten miles with a bullet in your side? Ralph advises you not to. In addition to the mental torture of not knowing how badly he was wounded, Ralph suffered intensely from the heat. It was mid-August and hot enough without the blankets and the coffee, and he had to trudge along bundled up like an Indian papoose. That walk, Ralph says, was a nightmare. He figures he must have lost at least ten pounds and laid the foundations for a headful of gray hair. But he kept on going, even if he did think that each step would be his last. Finally they got back to the camp where Ralph’s dad had a car. It was late at night when the boys finally staggered into the doctor’s office after a ride that shook the daylights out of Ralph. The doctor looked at the wound and ordered him to the hospital. Then began another ride that Ralph will remember all his life. It was forty miles, but Billy drove it almost as fast as those hornets could fly. State Troopers Ask the Boys Searching Questions At the hospital another surprise was in store for them. State Troopers—called by the doctor, as they always do in cases of gunshot wounds —met the boys and questioned them. Ralph says they seemed to think that he and Billy had been shooting at each other or holding somebody up. But they cleared themselves of that suspicion and Ralph went on the operating table. An operation is an adventure in itself, but Ralph’s was one with a happy ending. The bullet—which, fortunately, was not a high powered one—had entered his side, and, striking a rib, had glanced off and missed the vital organs. The doctors, after an X-ray had been taken, picked the slug out of his shoulder and when Ralph woke up there was his mother, more scared than he was. Billy had found her and told her “Ralph had been shot.’’ Ralph was out of the hospital in a few days and the wound healed ap in a few weeks, but, he says, he hasn’t been eagle hunting since. © —WNU Service.

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Darwin’s Early Life Darwin’s father was a physician and wished him to adopt that profession. At the age of 16 he entered the University of Edinburgh, but disliked medicine, and later entered Christ’s college, Cambridge, to prepare for the ministry. There he became acquainted with Henslow, the professor of botany, who did much to shape his career. The proficiency that Darwin displayed in every department of natural science w’on him such distinction that he at last obtained his father’s consent that he should not enter the church. Cromwell’s Line Numerous The living descendants of Cromwell are numbered in the thousands and have given Britain a prime minister, cabinet ofiicers, statesmen, peers, admirals and generals. Prefer Blue According to tests made by a leading colorist, we prefer red and blue more than any of the other . colors. Men prefer blue somewhat ■ more than red while women like red a little better than blue.

Comets Return to Sun Most comets return to the sun after a period of years. Biela’s comet, on its return in 1846, split into two parts, and on its next visit came back as twins —two comets were traveling in almost the same orbit formerly occupied by one and on the same time schedule. There are several records of such multiple comets. The converse of this phenomenon is even more common. They break up. What causes this is unknown. Disintegration probably is caused by the same forces that cause them to split. First Public Stake Trot The first horse to trot in public for a stake was Boston Blue, whc ran against time for SI,OOO in 181£ to settle a jockey club wager thal no horse could trot a mile in three minutes. Rings Left in Hotels Diamond rings, gold pencils and spectacles are among the articles most freuqently left by hotel guests according to the inventory of a lead ing London hotel at its annual lost | property sale.

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Just outside my window I can hear a slight clicking every time the memMeter beis of my houseYour Time hold turn on the taps in their kitchens. That clicking reminds me constantly that water is expensive down here in this seaside cottage where I am spending a month. By and by, w'hen I close the cottage a man with a key will come along, unlock a meter and take its reading. Then just before I am leaving 1 *he will hand me a slip of paper which will inform me what I owe him. These boys on the Maine coast are careful, as they should be, that no summer dweller gets away without making matters square with that meter. One becomes acutely aware of the necessity for economy as the little counting device in the meter clocks off the pints, quarts, gallons and barrels that the families i around here use. • And as the little machines click out their information I become ! impressed with the fact that time j has a value of which I have been ■ thinking too lightly. Why would it not be a good plan to meter one’s time in the same way? ♦ • ♦ If every minute, every hour clicked its message in my ears, so that I would know just how much time I am using and just how much I am allowing to go to waste, it might be a good thing for my bank account—such as it is—and prompt me to put a check on the needless escape of the one thing with which we are all endowed while we live, namely, time. When one learns to budget that time to devote a part of it to work and a part of it to play, he is, or ought to be on the way to an intelligent control of life—which, as far as you and I are concerned, is Caution and Courage /^OURAGE is not a muscular but a moral virtue A form of courage is to withstand public opinion . . . Some men in these matters are always on the unpopular side, always in opposition to popular prejudices; not from crotches or perversity, but because they see beyond their day, or discern dangers not as yet perceived, or have inherited truth of which others have been robbed. — Cardinal Manning. A great mind is a generous one.

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the time alloted to us from our birth on to our disappearance from the planet. It would help almost everybody ‘ to note now and then how the ■ years are passing, what we are doing w’ith them, and what we are getting out of them as they come and go. ♦ ♦ ♦ As the poet observes of the minutes, “we cannot strive to grasp them all,” but we can grasp and hold many more than we do if we remember that every click of that meter means a second used or lost forever. What our time allowance is w r e shall have no means of knowing. r But we can if we are careful ■ get more out of existence as it passes than we usually do. ' ■ So, when you hear that meter j 1 spinning in the cellar, or the clock ( ticking on the wall, you will real- 1 ize that your life is being slowly measured out to you. Keep as careful track of it as 1 you are able to. Get as much out of every working hour—and every playing hour as it is possible, and when it is ' all over you will know’ that you j have made the best possible use ’ of a life which you might, by heedlessness, have wautoniy squandered. Right Leg Proved to Be the Wrong One One day a customer asked an enterprising tailor if he had any trousers made especially for onelegged men: “Certainly,” replied the tailor. “Dress trousers?” “Yes, the best you’ve got.” Hurrying into the rear of the store, the tailor snatched up a pair of trousers and snipped off a leg, and presented them to the customer. “That’s the sort of thing) I want. What's the price?” “Eight dollars, sir. The price : is very reasonable.” “Well, give me a pair with the left leg off.” ; Venetian Life On returning from Venice, where he had been consul for four I years, William Dean Howells met | a Boston publisher, with whom he frequently played shuffleboara or i strolled the liner's decks. One day Howells remarked that he was bringing over a manuscript on Venetian life. Jokingly the publisher remarked that his firm would bring it out. Without a moment's hesitation the manuscript was turned over to j him. . . It was published in 1866 ; under the title of “Venetian Life.” ■ It may well be said that this was the start of Howells’ successj ful literary career.

Roses as Motif for New Bedspread ^77^^ Pattern 1214 With roses as its motif this newly embroidered bedspread s sure of admirers! So is its embroidered bolster, or a matching scarf adorned this speedy way. Flowers are easy to do in single, outline and lazy - daisy stitch—their effect truly lovely! Pattern 1214 contains a transfer pattern of a motif 16 1-2 by 19 1-4 inches and two and two reverse motifs 4 1-4 by 5 1-2 inches. Color schemes ; illustrations of all stitches needed; material requirements. Send 15c in stamps or coins (coins preferred) for this pattern to The Sewing Circle Needlecraft Dept., 82 Eighth Ave., New York, N. Y. Write plainly pattern number, your name and address. The A iews of King Edward — On Marriage: “I don’t think any man should marry before he is thirty-two.” On America: “The Atlantic Ocean has grown noticeably smaller People of these two great countries are growing ever more anxious to join hands across it.” On Russian Drama: “Plays where they spend three hours talking about life without botheri ing to live.” On Son and Heir: “It has al- । ways seemed to be luckier to be ' born the eldest son. You haven’t I got to wear any of your brothers’ old clothes.” On Big-game Hunting: “It is better to film a lion than to kill him.” On Discipline: “It has always been a mystery to me how a certain number of people feel that the only way they can express the feeling we all have about war is by discouraging any form of healthy discipline and training.” On War: “We learned a lot of lessons, the most important of which was that there should be i no question or chance of another war.” On Housing: “Slums are a slur on our civilization.”