Judge — September 1936 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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The Judge Jr. Flannel Night Cap Award No. 9 ecutive V.P. in Charge Railroad, N.Y.C. , Consistent record in operating , (make it west, too, Hen- st railroad to reduce its fares George LeBoutillier, E the worst railroad in t ), and for being the 1 ccordance with g¢ toms—remember ? ould be enshrine: he Smithsonian I re just a job for the printer, ¢ ht better be used I.eBoutillier ho owns the I jounced to ¢ ozen into mute LeBoutillier has exhibited to contempt I loophole has been too small them what his ke the Flan squawks of Jueeze thro rectorate thinks they oug 1 Night Cap, boss! night—maybe he’s sav- World War, hey? st time up, Shows whoat—tough Two and two now... two and three . . Who's next?” There was a vast difference we in the way in which the cullid Ww leaguers did ‘everything, as compared to their white breth- ren of the ash. They went after everything in a Big, Barnum Way. When “Pork Chop” Zach struck out, for example, he didn't just drop his bat and stump dejectedly back to his bench, Nossir! With the third and final whiff into the warm night air, “Pork Chop” continued to spin—like an insane pegtop. Round and round, three or four times—to wind up with a spectacular pratt-fall into the dust, some twelve feet from the plate. Same way with fielding. The turf was cut to ribbons by the plowing ski of the athletes, as they dived and somersaulted all over the lot after impossible balls. They n't them, by half, but they gave them all the Old Dyckman College Try, with 4 “py me at Dyckman vce to take an i under A 4 Oval is no | el doctor's orde he or peace and ly neur quiet. There's plenty of noi and take your pick. There's the little white man in the white linen suit, to be- gin with, and his constant hubbub over the louds ers. He covers just about everyt with something of the chattering hysteria of he McNamee School of His- ionies. Only this lad keeps his eye on th vl and knows what park he’s in, There are peanut vendors filling in the gaps, and hot 1 yelpers. And yvered baskets who lly off into the star- nd in you are, ladies 'n’ gents, get your waw-waw-waw-waws! Re: 'n! wai There are the jabberi of the players, who are end- fellows “Here less ebony fonts of hearty hubbub. And over all the rush and deateni: vat frequent intervals, is ve VanCortlandt Ele- s practically over the head of the catcher to the tortured night, to drown out all and screams ¢ other sounds. Withal ... it’s a good show, packed with good actors. They p MW. And around the end of September, just before the World Series. colored champs of the Ne- gro National and American Leagues their own, at the Yankee (Page ve a stirring tussle ot lor the Polo Grounds, Alger is , please) 17 comicbooks.com