Judge — June 21, 1913 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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the minority has rights of its own, it put up a kick and placed the case plainly be- fore Pembrook, telling him thus and so why no game should be played. After hearing both sides, the old fan said calmly, “‘Law is law, and baseball is base- ball, As a lawful and abiding citizen, who pays his just taxes and votes accord- ing to his conscience, I might stop this game—but I can’t, provided I tonk into consideration my love for the game. See? But, as the shortstop for the Pleas- ant Valley club has been arrested for fish- ing on Sunday and is now in the cooler of the Baptist church cellar, what you going to do about it? He was nipped with the goods on him. Twenty-four as fine trout as you ever saw!”” **Wh-at? Slocum pinched?” “Sorry to say, you, captain of the Pleasant Valley club, he is not only pinched, but he is cinched. In the cooler. DURING GRACE for over Sunday. You can’t play base- City boy—Swipe some cookies, Bill, while be 's got his eyes shut. ball without a shortstop. That settles it. Friends, you might as well go back to your peaceful homes and spend the day in calm, serene, quiet contemplation. No shortstop, no game. Come, Mr. Vagner, we will go back to the shade of my porch and forget it all’’—— “Vas is-s?”” “Shortstop in cooler. No one take his place. Game off. You understand?”’ “Ach! Yaw? I drop. See? I blay sefen-upp. I make pig game by den bins—yes, Vonold cat, doo, I blay it,’” strug- gled the big fellow from the city. And it was a struggle for him as he split the English, glaring about from face to face as he did the deed. “Ever play baseball, Dutchy?’’ anxiously inquired the cap- tain of the Pleasant Valley club. “Vonce,’? responded the ungainly chap. “Very well. We can't disappoint the folks, You go in and do the best you know how, and let it go at that.’’ “But I object’”’-—— “Objection out of order, Eli Pivens. Stand back or I'll fine you one hundred dollars for obstructing the highway. Let the game go on."’ And the mighty limb of the law went back, curled up under the shade of a tree, and began to whoop things up just the same as he did forty years ago. iONG Mr. Vagner was the whole thing evidently from the start UNDER off. He played ball like a load of hay, but seemed to grab SUSPICION everything that came his way. Also he hit them out for four Mrs. Newrich—1'L a PES home runs with bases filled. In the end up the Pleasant Valley bet them suffrygettes . .club toted out forty tallies, while the Bingvillians only cut four did that, Edt measly nicks in their shingle. ie: Hans Wagner took an early train for Pittsburgh, loaded down with trout. Pembrook chuckled again as he lighted his Sunday pipe. Uncivil Service «¢GOME men never know how to let well enough alone.’’ “*How 80?"” “Blundern, the new department head, decided to require acompetitive examination for every single job under him, and, bless me! if his wife didn’t win the position of private secre- tary to him."” comicbooks.com