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THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE IlIlliSO.IT, MARCH J9th, l»3i
“The Survival
of the Fattest”
this-away, boss man.
done i«e dirt; He's went
out with my gal,”
•ah! A rival of yours?
I fs almos’ but
He
an’
not
goin' elegant. Then ’ we
hires Angel Nash to come
pitch fo’ u®> an’ Zinnia re-
she has met him when the
lion’s
you’d
back),
"You said it; an’ I repeats idjtto.
■But he sholy is one hell-bendip’
flicker, an’—”
,v "Why do you hate Angel Nash?”
"Hm!” Lucreshus’ eyes dropped
mud he traced a design in the dust
with a broad-toed shoe. “I sett of
got a grudge agin him,”
"Why?”
"It’S
SOht Q£
out me
“A-a-
"Tlia’s which,
(quite engage’ to Miss Zinnia Sand
ers, which is one of the quality cul
lud gals in Bummin’ham, an’” things
is being
goes an’
lieah an’
xpembers
Atlanta, team was playin’ heah an’
lie was heatin’ us. An’ what I is
tellin’ you, Cap’ll Rossler, is that-my
gal. Zinnia is one mo’ baseball fan.
Lf’n they’s a stitch on a- baseball’s
Slide She can’t call by its fust name,
-then I ain’t never saw it. If’n she
would of been bohn a man she would
«5f been a cullud Ty Cobb. An’ with
lier reelin’ liken that ’bouten base
Dall, what she thinks of a winnin’
pitcher like Angel Nash is a-plenty.
Specially with me being soht of fat.
"Besides an’ also, Angel is one oif
them fellows which is jes’ natchelly
got a way-with wirnmin. I b’lieve he
could make his ma’-in-la.w love him
M’n he .had one an’ if’n he was fool
toough to want to. An’ sence he is
■ Ibeen practicin’ with the Bummin’-
Hiam team I ain’t had no mo’ chance
with Zinnia Sanders than what a
•jr-oasfcin’ pig is got in a nigger’s back
yard roun’ Christmas time. Tha’s
liow come me to love Angel so much
like I don’t, but it don’t go to my
3iaid* an’ make me foolish. Bettin’
that man to lose is ’bout as safe
•as stickin’ yo haid in a zoo
xnouth roun’ lunch time. So
better take this fifty dollars
Iboss.”
But the white man waved it aside.
"You bet it for me. Lucreshus.
a good .bet even if I lose.”
"It’s sho’ gwine be a good bet
’then, boss.”
"I’m taking the chance,” assured
Rossler.
Lucreshus sighed and pocketed the
fifty dollars. He was still sighing
3-egretfully as he finished the last
3eg> of his journey to Birmingham
and parked his car on Norris Avenue.
He turned over to the bookkeeper
ih,e cash j;eceive<L in payment ,for. .th*
truckload of (lucks, reminded his
Loss that he had been promised leave-
lor the afternoon and departed. He
made, his way to Bud Peaglar’s Bar
becue Lunch Room and Billiard Par-.
Sor, where he inhaled a few savory
sandwiches and two steaming cups
®f coffee.
The atmosphere in the pool room
was vibrant with baseball gossip. The
long and limpy Bud was in confer
ence with Boston Marble, a melan
choly gambling agent. It was pa-
bent from the conversation that there
was very little Knoxville mc^iey in
sight. The defeat of the previous
(flay without the help of the mighty
whip of Angel Nash had served to
Chasten the spirits of the Knoxville
betting fraternity. Lucreshus start
led unhappily across the smoke-laden
jrbom towards Boston Marble, fat
Chocolate fingers wound round the
fifty dollars instructed to his care by
Ulr. Al Rossler, his ‘one-time employ
er. Then he hesitated. He contin-
iier to hesitate, ond continuing he
was lost. He lounged back to the
soorner and dropped iiito .a wicker
<diair; 1 i
After all was said, and done, Mr.
Mossier had been a good friend to
Xmcreslius -in the days when the little
. brown bOy needed a friend. True,
He had shoved off on Lucreshus a
jjofo that developed pneumonia, but he
3md also nursed him through the
illness and defrayed all medical ex-
jpenses when he might have desert
ed Him. And it was an infernal
^liame, reflected Lucreshus, to' jes’
macimily tll’ow away fifty good hard
•dollars belongin’ to his ve’ry bestes’
white frien’.
Lucreshus knew that he ought to
(Obey-orders; execute his commission
Sind jet the sadness fall where it list-
etli. But he hadn’t the heart-. More,
be knew that Mr. Rossler was a very
liberal individual—terrible .in wrath,
blit generous in peace—<md he en
visioned a triumphal entry into the
booth of Mr. Rossler that night after
file Knoxville team should have bit-
^Jten much dust for the second con
secutive time. Mr, Rossler would
be downhearted over the loss of his
mioiiey, at which .psychological mo-
iment Lucreshus would thrust under
3us nose the unwagered fifty dollars,
saying: “See heah w»at I is dono
made to’ you by not Iosin' it as you
sast me to?’
Twenty-five dollars Would be a
conservative fee, thought Lucreshus
and the die was cast.
■When Luci’eshus Maibry and a
gather reluctant Zinnia Sanders
boarded the trolley for Rickwood
jpark at tWo-thirty that afternoon
£ifty dollars belonging to Mr. AL.
It’s
. .................''' '
Bossier rested securely in the pock
ets of Mr. Mabry’s new seven-dollar
pants. And despite the apathy of
the pretty brown girl at his side Mr.
Mabry’s spirits were away up.
The cup that he was planning to
quaff that afternoon
bitter sweet draught,
there was much
than the bitter,
would not only
table sklill as a
but he would be winning a crucial
game for the team which Zinnia lov
ed, 'On the otlier hand,
was winning the game
proval of their common
would be piling money
fers of Lucreshus Mabry,
the predominance of the sweet,
When the car pulled up before the
imposing entrance of Rickwood Park
—home grounds of the Birmingham
Southern League team—Lucreshus
was glad of the perspicacity which
had prompted him to purchase his
box seats at Bud Peagler’s,
Long lines had formed before each
of the ticket windows and the merry
clink of silver half dollars blended
harmoniously with the eager chatter
of the Afro-American fans. Inside
the grand-stand was rapidly filling.
Save .for a small direction of third
base which was reserved for white
people, the enormous stand was jam
med with a press of yellow-to-black
humanity. Every notable was there
in force: Vanguard Collins; Mr. and
Mrs. Christopher P, S. Shoots; Mr.
and Mrs. Anopheles Ricketts; Lus
cious Chester; Mrs. Spinola Reed-
Chester; Belsliazzer Elliott;
Magnificent High Potentate of The
Sons and Daughters of I Will Arise;
Mr. and Mrs. Quintus Weeiialls; Law
yer Evans Chew; Dr, Vivian Sim
mons; Mrs. Dr. Elijah Atcherson and
husband; Hammond Bias; Jerry Skil
let; Mr. and Mrs. Isaac Gethers;
Keefe Gaines; Cupid Baldonj.Dr. ana
Mrs. Brutus Herring; Acey Upshaw;
Ellic'k Plinckney; Semore Masbby,
who had managed to work a pass
.from someone and then slip by the
gate without' paying his war tax;
Reverend Wesley Luther Thigpen
and his contemporary of the First
African M. E. Church, the Rev. Plato
Tublb; Mr. and Mrs. Simon Brought
on and—of course—Florian Slappey,
misogynistically alone.
They were out en masse; the
worth while and the worthless, the
high and the low, aristocrat and pro
letarian, the degreed and pedigreed.
The grand stand was a riot of vivid
coloring-^-shrieking •> yellows> gorg
eous reds, unctuous lavenders, pal
pitant .purples, staggering blues. On
the top row of the. grand stand was
the orchestra >of Professor Alec
Champagne, which' worked overtime
spurting jazzy music into the inno
cent- summer air.
Out on the field the two • teams
disported themselves idly, lanquidly
dipping after grounders and casual
ly pulling in long flies, product of th'e fungo-hitter’s skill. Then came
the regular preliminary practice: an
affair of brilliant stops, excessive.
Team for
battery sup-
Birmingham
there was no
contained a
Fortunately
of the sweet
Angel Nash
more
True,
exhibit hjs unden-
pitcher pf -baseball
while Angel
and the ap-
lady love he
into the cof-
Hence
Grand
of brilliant stops,
comedy and rank errors,
team, exclusive of the
eriority, Knoxville and
seemed a toss-up. iBut
forgetting the battery.
A stentorian-voiced
nounced the batteries,
mention of Angel Nash’s name a
scream of delight l^ent the air,. That
gentleman rose from the dugout and
bowed sm'ilingiljy, (Showing a wide
expanse of shiny wliite-and-gold
teeth. And when he strolled into
the box bedlam broke loose, and Lu
creshus felicitated himself on the
fact that he had not thrown away
Mr. Bossier’s money by betting it
against' this hurling phenom. It
gave him his opportunity of helping
his friend of former days—even
against( the latter’s will.
There was something about Angel
Nash as he faced the breast-protect
ed and masked catcher which infus
ed confidence. It was not precisely
■an indifference to his surroundings
Rather it was a contempt of them.
The idea that this team from Knox
ville should even presume to send
batters up against him seemed amuS-
golden grin. He lobbed three over
in’g to Angel and he wore’
the pan and signalled the
that he was ready.
The first Knoxville batter
twice on the rubber with his heavy
bat, set himself, swung at two swift
ones and then at a dead floater which
seemed retarded
tired in disgust,
swiped at two,
third
very
error
down
hall squarely and slammed it in the
'“eneral direction of centre field. It
hit the ground midway between the
blate and the pitcher’s box and
bounced.
There was a resounding smack, as
ball struck glove am* remained there.
The batter jtarted frantically for
’’irst. Angel'" Nash regarded. the
all In his hand speculatively, allow-
i +ha runner a sporting chance and
tow«od the ball gracefully to
umpire an-
and at the
a large
umpire
tapped
in the air. He re-
The second batter
concluded that the
Wasted, discoveredwould be
quickly that he had made an
of judgment—-and he too sat
. The third met the second
the first sackur. Then BirmlugWh
came lu. ,
But Knoxville w on edge, it
had played well against the team
which had behten Birmingham and
it h®d no mind to lose two straight
games. It played steady business
like ball, and the loeals were retired
in onertwo-feur order.
For six innings the rival twilers
gave masterly exhibitions. Neither
allowed a hit, and only one man
reached third. In the last half of
the seventh the first batter for Bir*
mingham fanned. Then Angsl Nash
strolled with rare insoucian.ee to the
plate, selected a bail and
second for two easy bases,
among those who leaped up and
screamed was Miss Zinnia
Lucreshus was financially enthus
iastic, but the exhibition on the part
of his lady friend ruffled his dignity
and riled his feelings. He fastened^
strong fingers about her dimpled
arm and caused her to reseat her
self with extreme suddenness. She
swung on him in fury.
“Take yo’ han’s off’n me, cullud
man!”
“You is maidin’ a. specktickle—an’
’sides, ’tain’t none of yo’ business.”.
“Folks is lookin’ at you.”
“They is lookin’ at sum thin’ when
they rdoes?’
“You makes me ’shame’ of myself.”
“Well, blame yo’ own fat se’f for ■ then oozed over the side.
that." | There was a deep and hollow
■ Lucreshus became aware of the < groan, from the Birmingham stands
fact that he was pursuing a rather, as the runner crossed, the plate.
“I ain’t meant to That ended Knoxville’s scoring for
the inning,
j But the one run lead was suffic
ient. One Birmingham runner reach
ed second, but there he expired.
And slowly and solemnly the crowd
rose to its feet and started for the
exits.
But Lucreshus Mabry did not
rise. iSave for a weak remark to
Zinnia; “Swell pitcher you is lovin’’
he made no comment on the catas
trophe.
He couldn't. The disaster beg
gared description. The ultimate
catjaclysum had occurred. With
Angel in the box, backed by a sup
erior team, Birmingham had gone
down to inglorious defeat. It mat
tered, not that the box score show
ed that it was Birmingham’s game
throughout, that- Angel had twirled
winning .ball and lost only by the
combination of a fluke and an er
ror—the stark fact- remained that
evry availeable cent of cash or cred
it which Lucreshus possessed had
been swept away by black magic.
(To be Continued-)
hit oyer
And first
ganders,
it broke sharp and wide. The swing*
ing bat missed it by six inches, and
there came a roar of laughter from
the grand stand. Angel received his
catcher’s return and motioned the
batter aside.
“Go ast yo’ manager ain’t lie got
no real batter to send up heali?’
The giant Knoxvillian started men
acingly toward the box, swinging his
hat and swearing elegantly. The
adoring smile never left the face of
Angel Nash. He stood quietly fin
gering the ball,
“Cullud man?’ he remarked con
trol is good an’ my speed"iS sizzlin’1’
The big man turned sullenly end
retreated to his dugout while Angel
inspected the cleats of his
He was as calm as a church
at an ice-cream festival.
The next batter up laid a
bunt down the first-base line, sac
rificing the runner to second? The
man who followed him shot one to
third and the third sacker threw
wild to first, leaving first and third
occupied, with two men down. The
few Knoxville fans awakened and
rootefl.
The first ball went- straight over.
The bat met it squarely. It sailed
like an arrow to center field. The
centre fielder braced,' .himself for
the catch, The ball hit his glove,
lmng uncertainly for a momena, and
shoes,
deacon
pretty
tactless course,
make you mad.”
“Ain’t meant- ain’t ain’t did.”
“On’y jes’ causen a man goes an’
flukes <a. two-bagger—”
“Flukes! Huh! I reckon you could
of done it to.”
“Ise a business man—not no ball
player.”
“Pity you is an’ pity you ain’t.
Now you remove yo’ han’s off’n me
an’ lemme root liken I likes.”
Mr. Angel Nash bowed response
to the applause from the stands,
kidded with >a superior air the short
stop, who was covering the bag, and
languidly strolled from the sack for
a long lead toward third. 1-Ie no
ticed vaguely that the coach on the
third base line was making grotes
que gestures and uttering weird,
cries but he didn’t, bother particu
larly.
The Knoyville pitcher whirled;
the ball shot straight to second and,,
into the waiting hands of the se
cond baseman, who had sneaked up
unobserved. And
came the greatest
balldom: He was
the base.
His march from
diamond was not exactly a triumphal
procession. And' at least one man
in the stands was chuckling.
“I reckon, Zinnia, that he is a
swell base runner; also, pitcher,
Zinnia’s nose went high in the air.
“You is entitled, to yo’ own .reckons,
Mistah Mabry.”
“An' ’tain’t no harm to be 'spic-
uous by yo’ rootin’, is it?”
“I said it.”
“Ve'y well.” Lucreshus Mabry
to Angel Nash
disgrace in base-
caught asleep off
the centre of the
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313,. _ , k. - * ■. - , oxo, mveue uiv, pvauiuy vriiirose to. 1ns leet and Ins barytone 3M p] Gi]| 30s ,c Lovie
rolled out across the 'field and
thrummed into the ears of the cha
grined Angel Nash; “Some ball play
er you is—-not!”
The ninth inning came and went.
In the tenth Koxville scored and
Birmingham managed to even things.
TJie eleventh resulted in two large
goose eggs on the scoreboard. But
in the first half of the twelfth some
thing happened.
It was
was ball
the plate and refused to strike at an
ice-cream
talizingly.
th stands lent courage and he crowd
ed the plate. And Angel caught the
ball which liis catcher returned, pos
ed airily, wound up lavishly and let
fly.
There was a sharp crack a.s- the
ball connected with the crest of the
batter’s cranium and bounced merr
ily over the grand stand. The batter ' nifred'Tiederman*1 35 2?
Melvin Periso 275, Ward Pfaff
Wilbur Lovie 141.
Ill, total 3 50—Eileen Grat-
304,
251,
-Sr.
ton 304, Helen Walper 293, Percy
Atkinson 291, Ileen Webb 282, J.
Pfaff 229.
Jr. Ill, total 350—-Iva Lovie 268,
Will-is Gill 2o>7, Jack Holt 244, Ever
ett Desjardine 226,
J. Kelso, teacher
Room I
Sr. II, total 400—Freda Lovie
325, Ella Mousseau 325, Alan -Wal-
per 293, Alvin Statton 282, Burton-
Green 274, Dickie Hamilton 267.
|Jr. II—.Joyce Ross 375, Donald
Turnbull 333, Irene Periso 30'5; Lois
Wanner absent.
1st class-—-Maurice Tiederman 371
Graham Mason 3 60, Carrie Gratton
360; Emerson Desjardine 349, Carle
ton Manore 343, Alvin Wanner (ab
sent,)
| Pr. C.—Carnian Ireland 3 67, Win-
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looked round, grinned and trotted) Pr. B^ghiidey Manore 3 61, Eloise
plain that the first batter
shy. He stood back fr-cm
ball which floated up tan-
A chorus of hoots from
unconcernedly to first., Angel, hands
•on hips, shook with laughter. With
no one-down and a man on first the
Knoxville manager sent in- a pinch
hitter, an enormously' large and. in-
transigently black gentleman who
swung a Broibdingnagian bat' over
his shoulder, He^ had orders to play
the hit-and-run game.
Angel chuckled good-naturedly:
“Hello,, Useless!”
The pinch hitter glared,
at the plate.
•Suddenly the ball left
hand. It cut the heart oif
tor and the umpire announced a
strike. s^-
.“You is allowed to hit- at ’em,”
announced Angel sweetly.
“Shut yO’ fool mouth!” grated the
batter.
Angel ignoring the man on first’
wound up deliberately. The ball ap
peared to leave his hand with ter
rific speed. The batter swung, span
and almost fell. “Stfi-i-ke tub!”
Angel laughed.
“Ain’t you learn’ to stan’ alone
yit?”
“Open yo* mouth ag’in ah’ you is
gwine be a angel sho’ ’nougli!”
Aiigei speared the return.
you is, Nothin'1
over the plate?’
“You wouldn’t<dare!*’
“Watch this!” ' The ball shot in.
Blit just before it reached the plate
Gill 313.
Pr. A—Henry Tiederman.
E. M. Taylor, teacher
He stood
Angel’s
the plat-
Hehh's ohh
Heah
right
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