Harmony

Harmony
Ring Lardner

First published McLure's, Volume 45 -- August, 1915

EVEN a baseball writer must sometimes work. Regretfully I yielded
my seat in the P. G., walked past the section where Art Graham, Bill
Cole, Lefty Paiks and young Waldron were giving expert tonsorial
treatment to "Sweet Adeline," and flopped down beside Ryan, the
manager.
"Well, Cap," I said, "we're due in Springfield in a little over an hour
and I haven't written a line."
"Don't let me stop you," said Ryan.
"I want you to start me," I said. "Lord!" said Ryan. "You oughtn't to
have any trouble rinding out stuff these days, with the club in first place
and young Waldron gone crazy. He's worth a story any day."
"That's the trouble," said I. "He's been worked so much that there's
nothing more to say about him. Everybody in the country knows that
he's hitting .420, that he's made nine home runs, twelve triples and
twenty-some doubles, that he's stolen twenty-five bases, and that he can
play the piano and sing like Carus'. They've run his picture oftener than
Billy Sunday and Mary Pickford put together. Of course, you might
come through with how you got him."
"Oh, that's the mystery," said Ryan.
"So I've heard you say," I retorted. "But it wouldn't be a mystery if
you'd let me print it."

"Well," said Ryan, "if you're really hard up I suppose I might as well
come through. Only there's really no mystery at all about it; it's just
what I consider the most remarkable piece of scouting ever done. I've
been making a mystery of it just to have a little fun with Dick Hodges.
You know he's got the Jackson club and he's still so sore about my
stealing Waldron he'll hardly speak to me.
"I'll give you the dope if you want it, though it's a boost for Art Graham,
not me . There's lots of people think the reason I've kept the thing a
secret is because I'm modest.
"They give me credit for having found Waldron myself. But Graham is
the bird that deserves the credit and I'll admit that he almost had to get
down on his knees to make me take his tip. Yes, sir, Art Graham was
the scout, and now he's sitting on the bench and the boy he
recommended has got his place."
"That sounds pretty good," I said. "And how did Graham get wise?"
"I'm going to tell you. You're in a hurry; so I'll make it snappy.
"You weren't with us last fall, were you? Well, we had a day off in
Detroit, along late in the season. Graham's got relatives in Jackson; so
he asked me if he could spend the day there. I told him he could and
asked him to keep his eyes peeled for good young pitchers, if he
happened to go to the ball game. So he went to Jackson and the next
morning he came back all excited. I asked him if he'd found me a
pitcher and he said he hadn't, but he'd seen the best natural hitter he'd
ever looked at--a kid named Waldron.
"'Well,' I said, 'you're the last one that ought to be recommending
outfielders. If there's one good enough to hold a regular job, it might be
your job he'd get.'
"But Art said that didn't make any difference to him--he was looking
out for the good of the club. Well, I didn't see my way clear to asking
the old man to dig up good money for an outfielder nobody'd ever
heard of, when we were pretty well stocked with them, so I tried to stall

Art; but he kept after me and kept after me till I agreed to stick in a
draft for the kid just to keep Art quiet. So the draft went in and we got
him. Then, as you know, Hodges tried to get him back, and that made
me suspicious enough to hold on to him. Hodges finally came over to
see me and wanted to know who'd tipped me to Waldron. That's where
the mystery stuff started, because I saw that Hodges was all heated up
and wanted to kid him along. So I told him we had some mighty good
scouts working for us, and he said he knew our regular scouts and they
couldn't tell a ball-player from a torn ligament. Then he offered me
fifty bucks if I'd tell him the truth and I just laughed at him. I said: 'A
fella happened to be in Jackson one day and saw him work. But I won't
tell you who the fella was, because you're too anxious to know.' Then
he insisted on knowing what day the scout had been in Jackson. I said