Judge — September 29, 1923 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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Uncle Sam—We ought to get along fine, Cal, 2nd it as we were both born on the same date. the The Annual Madness (Continued from page 15) ing Bambino, stung by failures in 1921 and 1 vows ven ; pitchers” nee on offered as a staple pre-series declaration. (We're also assuming that the Giants, who're leading by a pretty good margin at this typing, will win in National.) ant pitchers, now r with Big Slugger’s weaknesses, confident they can stop him again” is projected as another dependable ante- bellum assertion. What do we think? Or, do you mean, what do we guess? Well, we're not ¢ guessing on that proposition; nob can tell what the Babe may do. We haven't the remotest idea of what it’s going to be. And even if some one whis- pered it in our ear we wouldn't tell yc We never tell secrets. One thing, how- © we can say with perfect assurance. We have some good advice for the Babe. It’s this: that he rush to the nearest book- store and buy a copy of John J. McGraw’s “My Thirty Years in Baseball.” In this interesting volume the ager of the Giants tells how his pitchers stopped the Babe last year. It seems Mac realized the Bambino would be overanxious as a result of his not very start- ling World Series performance in 1921; and he figured that a man who was overanxious could be made to fish after bad balls. Mac accordingly ordered his pitchers to toss the Babe as many bum ones — including those slow tantalizers—as the corpulent fence-buster was willing toabsorb. It seems the Babe was more than willing, and—but, gosh, if we tell it all here the Babe won't want to buy the book and that’s the least he can do after McGraw took the trouble to tell how he steam- rollered him. Who do we think will win the Se We don’t know. We don’t think anyone knows except Hughie Fuller- ton; and he probably won't tell. But if the Giants and Yankees meet again—and it looks, at this key-punch- ing, as if they will—the Yankees will a better chance than they had last year because Babe Ruth will read) McGraw’s book—or some one will send him a marked copy of JupGE and his effectiveness ag: Giant pitching will iner This means that the Yan- kees ought to win a game this year. Baseball, you an uncertain game, not at all sure that nts will win four str at. Don’t underrate those Yankees; they can play ball when they want to. At the present writing they are leading the American League by about ten games; lege boy, Mame! How come?” - “No tact, dearie. 20 All th’ time he insists on sittin’ around talkin’ about Themistocles and Atlantis and Catherine II, when he knows how low I think horse racing is!” year it’s a wonder it doesn’t blow away, it must be conceded that the Yankees have been playing good ball. In fact, when we think it over, we're nost willing to concede ‘em two games against the Giants. McGraw’s reputa- tion will suffer if this happens; but Mac has done so well in the past that his followers will probably learn to forget. After all, four games to two isn’t so bad. But, gosh, here we are telling who will win the Big Series after telling you we don’t know. As a matter-of-fact, we don’t know. Honest! And if you have Rector—Ah! What a_ beautiful sight—kissing his baby brother! Mabel—He isn’t kissing him. He's blowing him up. The little nuisance swallowed Tommy’s new balloon! any sense you'll take our remarks with a ‘grain—or a whole granary—of salt, Don't ever trust a sport writer. They're a bad lot. They do a lot of guessing. How me be sure that the Giants will lick the Yankees? From afar come the voices of wrathful Yankee fans asking that question. And the answer is: We're not. sure that the Giants. will ... Maybe it will be the Cincinnati Reds who'll do it... . Or the Pittsburgh Pirates. sae No Exception by Edwin Tarrisse “A CASE was on trial before the circuit court in one of those staid, con- tive counties of central Pennsyl- ** says a member of the Philadelphia bar, “where people live very much as their fathers did, and are seldom troubled by desires to emigrate. “Eleven jurymen had been secured, and a talesman was undergoing cx- amination as to his fitness for the posi- tion of twelfth juryman, when the torney for the prosecution suddenly askec “By the way, Mr. Rouse, [see you hav the same name as the defendant in this May Lask if you are related to him? “Yes, si aid the talesman. ‘I am distantly related to him. “Then, your honor,’ said the lawyer, turning to the judge, ‘I shall challenge him for cause.’ “He can step down if you wish, Mr Jones,’ responded the judge, ‘but I appre- hend it will not make much differenc ‘The eleven jurymen you have secured are tant relatives of the defendant.’” ——— a Se Mh comicbooks.com