Judge — January 29, 1910 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE PORTING GAB SS AND | aay DASE-DALL GUFT red ND Br'er Ban Johnson, he jes smile and smile. The cry now is ‘Lynch the presi- dent,’’ and not ‘* Lynch the umpire.’” A man who owns stock in two ball clubs in the same league shows about the same desire to promote true sport as the man who tried to im- prove the breed of horses by feeding the animals he owned on sawdust to save the price of hay and oats. The man behind the gun must give way to the man behind the bat. Ask Johnny Kling if you don’t believe it. Thomas J. Lynch, the former umpire, but now the new head of the National League, always was a stickler for polite- ness on the ball field. Why, the day he knocked out Jack Doyle for objecting to one of his decisions, he apologized to the fans for so doing. Papers in the town where Tim Hurst now re- sides, please copy. Charley Ebbets, the jolly president of the ball club repre- senting the City of Eternal Rest, on the wrong side of the East River, says that his club will be a factor in the pennant race next season. Charley will have his little joke. Dezando fainted while participating in a recent London Marathon. The kind of Marathons pulled off around here make a good part of the audience feel like doing the same thing. A first-class ball club went to Cuba and tried to show the natives there how the real game was played. As in the past, this attempt to inaugurate a decent sport down there was a joke, financially speaking. People who have been brought up on cock fighting and bull killing can hardly be expected to ap- preciate what would be classed as sport in little old U. S. A. Mighty thoughtful of Jim Corbett to agree to fight Jim Jeffries three twenty-round scraps to get the latter into cond! tion for the Johnson bout. And, of course, they won't ta! moving pictures of these affairs and pick up a little more of the easy money thereby. Why, cf course not! The idea! Gosh, but it’s going to cost a lot of money to see ‘* the honor of the white race redeemed "'! The next time the Quakers feel like acting peevish, memo- ries of that $1,000 fine will no doubt curb their infantile desires. As you have probably noticed, Mr. Murphy, the gentleman who was concealed in that woodpile was our old friend, John T. There is an old saying, ‘‘ What the Czar cannot accomplish, time will do."’ This should be pinned up in the Cardinals’ club house, When the managers begin to make rosy prophecies for next season, they should remember that the anvil chorus does not keep union hours. Hans Wagner showed little consideration in signing up ¢0 early this time. The fans will sadly miss his annual threat to retire from the game. Mr. Brush was formerly but an infrequent visitor at the National League's annual gatherings, but when he decided to attend the recent meeting, it was noted that he appeared with bells on, all tight, all right. The extension of the National League schedule was, no doubt, made so that the final games can be played along with the other regulation winter carnival sports. Many a baseball recruit is now acting chesty around the village store, who is destined to return from the coming train- ing trip with his bump of egotism reduced to a dent. John M. Ward said he considered it an honor to be even mentioned as a candidate for the National League presidency. The reader can tack his own comment on to this statement. Asif to further convince the public that the coming fight between Jeffries and Johnson is to be absolutely above suspi- cion, Jim has secured as his principal sparring partner that eminent Thespian, James J. Corbett, who, a few years ago, with the assistance of Kid McCoy, sold the fight public $66,000 worth of the finest ‘‘lemons"’ ever picked. Oh, you dead- game, easy-money sports! SUSAN, THE PRETTY SUFFRAGETTE. 2y TUDOR JENKS. T WASN'T till after I left Swellesley College that I felt I had a mission in life. It is true that my graduating theme—which, by the way, was highly praised by the trustee, D. Darby Jones, LL. D., who told me afterward, when he brought me my third plate of ice-cream—it was awfully hot that day (of course I don’t mean the ice- A) cream, but the day, as anybody would see)—that my ~7 theme was one of the very best he had ever heard; and he must have heard hundreds, because he—but, anyway, my theme was on ‘* Women the Leaven of the Republic.” But, though, of course, I knew that women ought to vote, I was so busy that summer at Narragansett Pier (which is a perfectly lovely place—lots of young men there) that I really thought more of golf and things like that—I won two cups and asalad fork, and was runner-up in the finals, and would have won if it hadn't been fora twist ina putter—than I did of woman suffrage. . In the winter, though, I began to think it all over, and I decided that somebody ought to start the movement right in our own town. It began when Mr. Janson—Dick, not Harry—was calling, one evening. I don’t know how we got on the subject. Dick is an awfully nice boy, you know, but no great talker; and so, while I was trying to keep him supplied with things to talk about, I ran into the Great Question. “Don’t you think it’s perfectly fine, what those ladies are doing in England?’ I asked him. “* Er—what ladies?"’ said Dick. ‘* The ones that are going to jail and all that,’’ I explained. “*T hadn't heard of it, he—the slow thing! “Oh, but you must have!'’I insisted. ‘* Why, it’s made no end of excitement. Some of the biggest swells in society have been arrested just like common pickpockets, and all be- cause they think women ought to have votes.”” “That so?"’ said Dick. “Of course it’s so. They fight the police, and they carry banners, and they ring bells—it's very exciting and noble of them."" “* What's the good?”’ Dick asked. “They want to be martyrs for the cause,” I explained to him. “* For what cause?’’ Dick asked. “Why, woman suffrage,’ I explained. Dick certainly is slow, at times; but he’s very handsome and broad-shouldered. “They think women ought to have votes, and so they’re going comicbooks.co