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there with a stick when Callahan calls me back and sends
Easterly up. I don't know what kind of managing you call that. I hit
good on the training trip and he must of knew they had no chance to
score off me in the innings they had left while they were liable to
murder his other pitchers. I come back to the bench pretty hot and I
says You're making a mistake. He says If Comiskey had wanted you to
manage this team he would of hired you.

Then Easterly pops out and I says Now I guess you're sorry you didn't
let me hit. That sent him right up in the air and he bawled me awful.
Honest Al I would of cracked him right in the jaw if we hadn't been
right out where everybody could of saw us. Well he sent Cicotte in to
finish and they didn't score no more and we didn't either.
I road down in the car with Gleason. He says Boy you shouldn't ought
to talk like that to Cal. Some day he will lose his temper and bust you
one. I says He won't never bust me. I says He didn't have no right to
talk like that to me. Gleason says I suppose you think he's going to
laugh and smile when we lost four out of the first five games. He says
Wait till to-night and then go up to him and let him know you are sorry
you sassed him. I says I didn't sass him and I ain't sorry.
So after supper I seen Callahan sitting in the lobby and I went over and
sit down by him. I says When are you going to let me work? He says I
wouldn't never let you work only my pitchers are all shot to pieces.
Then I told him about you boys coming up from Bedford to watch me
during the Detroit serious and he says Well I will start you in the
second game against Detroit. He says But I wouldn't if I had any
pitchers. He says A girl could get out there and pitch better than some
of them have been doing.
So you see Al I am going to pitch on the nineteenth. I hope you guys
can be up there and I will show you something. I know I can beat them
Tigers and I will have to do it even if they are Violet's team.
I notice that New York and Boston got trimmed to-day so I suppose
they wish Comiskey would ask for waivers on me. No chance Al.
Your old pal, JACK.
P.S.--We play eleven games in Chi and then go to Detroit. So I will see
the little girl on the twenty-ninth.
Oh you Violet.
Chicago, Illinois, April 19.

DEAR OLD PAL: Well Al it's just as well you couldn't come. They
beat me and I am writing you this so as you will know the truth about
the game and not get a bum steer from what you read in the papers.
I had a sore arm when I was warming up and Callahan should never
ought to of sent me in there. And Schalk kept signing for my fast ball
and I kept giving it to him because I thought he ought to know
something about the batters. Weaver and Lord and all of them kept
kicking them round the infield and Collins and Bodie couldn't catch
nothing.
Callahan ought never to of left me in there when he seen how sore my
arm was. Why, I couldn't of threw hard enough to break a pain of glass
my arm was so sore.
They sure did run wild on the bases. Cobb stole four and Bush and
Crawford and Veach about two apiece. Schalk didn't even make a peg
half the time. I guess he was trying to throw me down.
The score was sixteen to two when Callahan finally took me out in the
eighth and I don't know how many more they got. I kept telling him to
take me out when I seen how bad I was but he wouldn't do it. They
started bunting in the fifth and Lord and Chase just stood there and
didn't give me no help at all.
I was all O.K. till I had the first two men out in the first inning. Then
Crawford come up. I wanted to give him a spitter but Schalk signs me
for the fast one and I give it to him. The ball didn't hop much and
Crawford happened to catch it just right. At that Collins ought to of
catched the ball. Crawford made three bases and up come Cobb. It was
the first time I ever seen him. He hollered