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Three of 'em--Cleveland and the New York
Giants and the Boston Nationals--needed outfielders bad, and it would
of been a pipe for me to of made good with any of 'em. But who do you
think got me? The same Chicago Cubs; and the only outfielders they
had at that time was Schulte and Leach and Good and Williams and
Stewart, and one or two others.

Well, I didn't figure I was any worse off than Speed. The Cubs had
Zimmerman at third base and it didn't look like they was any danger of
a busher beatin' him out; but Zimmerman goes and breaks his leg the
second day o' the season--that's a year ago last April--and Speed jumps
right in as a regular. Do you think anything like that could happen to
Schulte or Leach, or any o' them outfielders? No, sir! I wore out my
uniform slidin' up and down the bench and wonderin' whether they'd
ship me to Fort Worth or Siberia.
Now I want to tell you about the miserable luck Speed had right off the
reel. We was playin' at St. Louis. They had a one-run lead in the eighth,
when their pitcher walked Speed with one out. Saier hits a high fly to
centre and Parker starts with the crack o' the bat. Both coachers was
yellin' at him to go back, but he thought they was two out and he was
clear round to third base when the ball come down. And Oakes muffs it!
O' course he scored and the game was tied up.
Parker come in to the bench like he'd did something wonderful.
"Did you think they was two out?" ast Hank.
"No," says Speed, blushin'.
"Then what did you run for?" says Hank.
"I had a hunch he was goin' to drop the ball," says Speed; and Hank
pretty near falls off the bench.
The next day he come up with one out and the sacks full, and the score
tied in the sixth. He smashes one on the ground straight at Hauser and it
looked like a cinch double play; but just as Hauser was goin' to grab it
the ball hit a rough spot and hopped a mile over his head. It got
between Oakes and Magee and went clear to the fence. Three guys
scored and Speed pulled up at third. The papers come out and said the
game was won by a three-bagger from the bat o' Parker, the Cubs'
sensational kid third baseman. Gosh!
We go home to Chi and are havin' a hot battle with Pittsburgh. This

time Speed's turn come when they was two on and two out, and
Pittsburgh a run to the good--I think it was the eighth innin'. Cooper
gives him a fast one and he hits it straight up in the air. O' course the
runners started goin', but it looked hopeless because they wasn't no
wind or high sky to bother anybody. Mowrey and Gibson both goes
after the ball; and just as Mowrey was set for the catch Gibson bumps
into him and they both fall down. Two runs scored and Speed got to
second. Then what does he do but try to steal third--with two out too!
And Gibson's peg pretty near hits the left field seats on the fly.
When Speed comes to the bench Hank says:
"If I was you I'd quit playin' ball and go to Monte Carlo."
"What for?" says Speed.
"You're so dam' lucky!" says Hank.
"So is Ty Cobb," says Speed. That's how he hated himself!
First trip to Cincy we run into a couple of old Ishpeming boys. They
took us out one night, and about twelve o'clock I said we'd have to go
back to the hotel or we'd get fined. Speed said I had cold feet and he
stuck with the boys. I went back alone and Hank caught me comin' in
and put a fifty-dollar plaster on me. Speed stayed out all night long and
Hank never knowed it. I says to myself: "Wait till he gets out there and
tries to play ball without no sleep!" But the game that day was called
off on account o' rain. Can you beat it?
I remember what he got away with the next afternoon the same as
though it happened yesterday. In the second innin' they walked him
with nobody down, and he took a big lead off first base like he always
does. Benton throwed over there three or four times to scare him back,
and the last time he throwed, Hobby hid the ball. The coacher seen it
and told Speed to hold the bag; but he didn't pay no attention. He
started leadin' right off again and Hobby tried to tag him, but the ball