El Paso Herald/March 18, 1912
Muggsy Twirls For Two Sides and Kicks on the Umpire.
Your correspondent attended a function last evening and a pitchers’ battle this afternoon, and, in consequence, has numerous news to impart. Prior to the same, however, your correspondent wishes to retract a statement made recently concerning the arrival of spring and beg the party’s pardon for misrepresenting his movements.
Spring has not come. Today was a pusillanimous day. Your correspondent saw the word applied to some congressman by a Texas newspaper this morning, and any word that fits a member of congress out to do right well when hung onto a cheap, disagreeable day.
McGraw Versus McGraw
The pitchers’ battle was at Emerson Park, and was between John J. McGraw, twirler for the Giant Colts, and J. J. McGraw, heaver for the Giant Regulars, the latter winning by a close score. Pitcher J. J. McGraw, of the Colts, was welted in the pinches, while Pitcher John J. McGraw, of the Regulars, was effective in tight places.
Batteries for today—for the Regulars, McGraw and Hartley; for the Colts, McGraw and Wilson. The rumor that McGraw ran back of the battery and caught his own delivery every time he hurled a ball was run to earth and is without foundation.
The manager of the Giants did go Doc Jekyling and Mister Hyding around Emerson Park in the cool of the afternoon today, however. He pitched for both sides, 18 innings in all, using the same hand, and a run and jump to his delivery. Christy Matthewson umpired, and had many arguments with both pitchers. It appeared to the spectators that he gave McGraw, of the Regulars, a shade over McGraw, of the Colts, although both hollered impartiality. Occasionally, the pitcher introduced the famous “Peeve” ball, made celebrated by McGraw, of the Regulars, last spring during the firing upon Atlanta, the ball being delivered by a quick toss from under the right leg.
So saying, we pass to items nearer the great heart of the commonwealth.
Devore Is the Scandal
Far be it from us to tip a gentleman’s mitt, but there is a scandal in town, and his name is Joshua Devore. Your correspondent is informed upon very good authority, which is known in canteloupe-growing circles of Maryland as Charles Herzog, that the half-portion-sized left fielder of the New York baseball club spilled a social faux pas at the annual charity ball here last night, a faux pas being a Texas colloquialism for pulling a “boot.”
Mr. Devore, according to a statement furnished by Mr. Herzog, was shaking a festive No. 9 under false pretenses. He was, in short, since the truth will ever out, present on a borrowed ticket.
He secured the loan of the ducket from some unsophisticated recruit who had prodigally invested half a seed therein, the calloused Devore making misrepresentation that he desired to show it to some friends as proof that the rookie cared nothing for four bits.
Thus Devore double-crossed charity and big Bill Johnson, although your correspondent would not tell the name of the recruit knowingly. John J. McGraw, manager of the baseball club, was apprised of the deception shortly after the facts were placed in the hands of your correspondent and whispered it to the world: so there was a raising of eyebrows as Mr. Devore floated by on the wings of Terpsichore and the borrowed ducket.
Latham Also Makes Loan
Mr. W. Arlington Latham, of Lynn, Mass., and other places, was also observed at the function last evening in the best of spirits and a borrowed tuxedo. Someone tacked a card to Mr. Latham’s back proclaiming to an interested world that the plumage was not his own, which quip caused Mr. L. to skulk, Achilles-like, in his tent for all of five minutes. He suspects John J. McGraw, and so does everyone else who saw McGraw do it.
Skirting the crowd with surreptitious footstep was Arthur Devlin, a fisher of men. He would prowl each group inquiringly, then suddenly dive in and impale an unsuspecting recruit with an avaricious stare, at the same moment presenting a subscription list to the young man which pronged the youth for a brace of bucks. Arthur is collecting for the Giants’ dance next week—the farewell to Marlin.
Thus did social festivity go forward in our midst last evening.