Lefty Locke Pitcher-Manager

shining full on Weegman's face, and he was chuckling. He was always chuckl

er asked. "Tinware for Kenned

nd irritating. "That's poor slang perhaps," he admitted; "but you've been in the

visitor squarely. Frogs were chorusing in the distance, and the dynamo in the el

Stockings soberly. "Being Charles Collier's private secretary, and therefore to

at his cigar. "I'm the man Collier left to carry out his orde

d a new contract to sign before Mr. Collier went abroad. He wrote me that the contract was to be mai

"A new manager of the right sort is hard to find," he stated confidentially, "and C

ennedy has been a faithful and loyal manager. Three years ago, when Collier secured the controlling interest in the club, his bad judgment led him to drop Kennedy and fill his place with Al Carson. Yo

e man who really won that championship by your air-tight pitching. Why do you w

ter how air-tight a pitcher's work may be, to win games the tea

as-been. He's lost his eyes so that he can't even bat in the pinches now. His s

all part of a manager's business. Once since then he's copped the bunting for us, and

bles. But," he supplemented disparagingly, "he was desperately hard up for twirlers that season. You were sort of a lucky guess on his part. Save for the fact that he's n

y man under him. While he has handled it the club has always been a big paying proposition. What he has done has been nothing short of miraculous considering the niggardly policy forced upon him by those in power. It's the lowest-salaried team in the league. We have men getting twenty-five hundred or three thousand who should be drawing down

ose his grip. He fell down last season, and now that the Feds are butting in and making trouble, he's showing himself even more incompetent. Talk about gratitude; it didn't hold Grist or Orth, and now it'

l. As for Grist, old Pete's days are numbered, and he knows it. He was wise to the talk about asking waivers on him. It was a ten-to-one shot he'd have been sent to the minors this coming season. With the Federals offering

ed Grist along, and kept him away from the Feds until the season was well under way, when they would have had their teams

ntempt that passed over it. For a few minutes the southpaw was too indignant to

st has had hard luck with all his investments; I u

uch loss. But these confounded Feds aren't through; they're after Dirk Nelson, too. What

es our players get, probably they f

and gazed hard at Locke. He was not laughin

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kely. Made yo

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ave you

thi

d. They're outside organized ball, and any man who jumps to them will be bla

ink

ics, and they'll blow up before the sea

handing over certified checks in advance for the first year, besides gu

jumped to them will find themselves barred from organized ball for all time; they'll be down and out. The outlaws may hurt us a little this year, but after that–nothin

edly. "You seem to be shoulde

all arranged with Mr. Collier before he sailed. He left me wit

rding to your own statement, if you want to save the Blu

man. "That's why

adv

I'm about. I've brought a contract. I want you to put your na

ed to double it

hing," interposed Weegman promptly. "I'm offering you the in