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says, 'they ain't no fun for me in playin' ball. They's no fun
doin' nothin' but harmonizin', and if Mike goes, I won't even have that.'
"'I and you and Lefty can harmonize,' I says.
"'It'd be swell stuff harmonizin' without no tenor,' says Art. 'It'd be like
swingin' without no bat.'
"Well, he ast me did I think the club'd carry Mike through another
season, and I told him they'd already carried him a year without him
hem' no good to them, and I figured if he didn't show somethin' his first

time out, they'd ask for waivers. Art kept broodin' and broodin' about it
till they wasn't hardly no livin' with him. If he ast me onet he ast me a
thousand tmmes if I didn't think they might maybe hold onto Mike
another season on account of all he'd did for 'em. I kept tellin' him I
didn't think so; but that didn't satisfy him and he finally went to Ryan
and ast him point blank.
"'Are you goin' to keep McCann? 'Art ast him.
"'If he's goin' to do us any good, I am,' says Ryan. "If he ain't, he'll have
to look for another job.'

"After that, all through the trainin' trip, he was right on Mike's heels.
"'How does the old souper feel?' he'd ask him.
"'Great!' Mike'd say.
"Then Art'd watch him warm up, to see if he had anything on the ball.
"'He's comin' fine,' he'd tell me. 'His curve broke to-day just as good as
I ever seen it.'
"But that didn't fool me, or it didn't fool Mike neither. He could throw
about four hooks and then he was through. And he could of hit you in
the head with his fast one and you'd of thought you had a rash.
"One night, just before the season opened up, we was singin' on the
train, and when we got through, Mike says:
"'Well, boys, you better be lookin' for another C'ruso.'
"'What are you talkin' about?' says Art.
"'I'm talkin' about myself,' says Mike. 'I'll be up there in Minneapolis
this summer, pitchin' onct a week and swappin' stories about the Civil
War with Joe Cantillon.'

"'You're crazy,' says Art. 'Your arm's as good as I ever seen it.'
"'Then,' says Mike, 'you must of been playin' blindfolded all these years.
This is just between us, 'cause Ryan'll find it out for himself; my arm's
rotten, and I can't do nothin' to help it.'
"Then Art got sore as a boil.
"'You're a yellow, quittin' dog,' he says. 'Just because you conic round a
little slow, you talk about Minneapolis. Why don't you resign off'n. the
club?'
"'I might just as well,' Mike says, and left us.
"You'd of thought that Art would of gave up then, 'cause when a ball
player admits he's slippin', you can bet your last nickel that he's through.
Most o' them stalls along and tries to kid themself and everybody else
long after they know they're gone. But Art kept talkin' like they was
still some hope o' Mike comin' round, and when Ryan told us one night
in St. Louis that he was goin' to give Mike his chanct, the next day, Art
was as nervous as a bride goin' to get married. I wasn't nervous. I just
felt sorry, 'cause I knowed the old boy was hopeless.
"Ryan had told him he was goin' to work if the weather suited him.
Well, the day was perfect. So Mike went out to the park along about
noon and took Jake with him to warm up. Jake told me afterwards that
Mike was throwin', just easy like, from half-past twelve till the rest of
us got there. He was tryin' to heat up the old souper and he couldn't of
ast for a better break in the weather, but they wasn't enough sunshine in
the world to make that old whip crack.
"Well, sir, you'd of thought to see Art that Mike was his son or his
brother or somebody and just breakin' into the league. Art wasn't in the
outfield practisin' more than two minutes. He come in and stood behind
Mike w'ile he was warmin' up and kept tellin' how good he looked, hut
the only guy he was kiddin' was himself.
"Then the game starts and our club goes in and gets three runs.

"'Pretty soft for you now, Mike,' says Art, on the bench. 'They can't
score three off'n you in three years.'
"Say, it's lucky he ever got the side out in the first innin'. Everybody
that come up hit one on the pick, but our infield pulled two o' the
greatest plays I ever seen and they didn't score. In the second, we got
three more, and I thought maybe