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...very badly. We. organize our commerce so that he has no other way of making a living and we cannot get along without him; then on slightest provocation we clap him into jail; we pass laws against him when he joins the I. W. W., and finally, to cap it all off, we make fun of him. We are ever ungrateful to those who serve us, but it would seem that we could find a better way to treat him. Perhaps we should contribute something to the endowment of his college...
...course is based essentially on knowledge of the rules of the game. It contains a masterly tabloid exegesis of the law in such finical situations as a player's throwing his cap at a passing ball, two runners on one base, premature decisions (e. g., a bunt declared foul rolls fair), infield flies, balls batted out of sight. There is a catachism of 51 articles: "Don't be anxious, too quick, tactless, argumentative, vindictive, officious. . . . Remember the spectators. . . . Listen to reason. . . . Smile. ..." The crouching and erect postures are compared. The double-and single umpire systems are explained. Anecdotes abound. Upon...
...cap the climax of discord, the Rt. Hon. Edward Hilton long famed as the fiscal expert of the Liberal party, announced that he had decided to follow Sir Alfred Mond's lead (TIME, Feb 8) and resigned from the party.* On the last day of the meeting the Laborite Daily Herald exulted: "Within the last few days the disappearance from the political arena of the corpse of Liberalism has been brought much nearer. Lloyd George stands alone, without friends and without support...
...Morley ventured into the caboose and had his first-class ticket punched by "a scared-looking little conductor, whose costume started off well with a braided cap and ended rather pitifully in shabby carpet slippers." He then glimpsed "an efficient, snappy-looking officer" of Marshal Feng's army seated on a bench in a special compartment, and was called in when the officer needed a corkscrew. Thereafter they sat toping and smoking for some time, although "of course [Mr. Morley was] not unfamiliar with the tradition that the soldiers of the 'Christian General' neither smoke nor drink...
Tilden v. Borotra. Tilden's gaunt features were sharp as a woodcut. Clearly he was out to avenge Richards' defeat. "Play," called the umpire. Borotra pulled on his little "Blue Devil" cap and ran to the baseline. Then he ran to the net. Then he ran to the baseline. He was everywhere at once, returning the champion's perfect lobs, the champion's fierce drives, the champion's terrific smashes and cannonball serves with incredible accuracy and pace. The first set went to deuce, dragged on and on. The gallery smiled. Tilden knew what...