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Show Sporting Life. "What Are We Gwino Ter Do When the Cold, Cold Winds Do Blow?" is the title of the touching touch-ing little ballad which the erstwhile Czars of the Utah league, occasionally termed Lobsters, are mournfully singing to themselves at the present time. So far as they are concerned the present schedule might as well be cached away at the foot of the flagstaff on the summit of Ensign peak as carried through to the end of the season as seemed to be the decision of the magnates at the league meeting held in this city last Saturday evening, but sometimes even the main guys foozle the ball using a brassie where they should use a cleek and from the way things look at present the predictions predic-tions made in this column last week and the week before seem more likely of coming true than ever. The team from the Junction city is certainly to the bad as, following on the departure of Casey and Clark, and the get-away of "Lefty" Nagel to Tacoma last Saturday and the passing of "Kid" Richards, the antiquated southpaw twirler to his sylvan home in Florence, Col., where he will employ em-ploy his leisure moments in sitting around the stove in the corner grocery and telling his select coterie of open-mouthed admirers how he "done it to them baseball fellers" out in Utah. This leaves Ogden with only one slab artist in Thomas, and while it may not be generally known, it is stated on good authority that he is all in so far as pitching is concerned, as his arm is "gone" and he may not be able to get it back in shape again this season. All this cuts the heart out of the Lobster bunch, and with the milk and water support they are receiving from the fans it is only a question of time when they will take the count for a knockout. knock-out. If the league magnates live up to their decision de-cision to play out the present schedule, it is a "cinch" that Ogden will last about as long as a snowball in Hades, but if, at the next meeting of the "wise men" which is slated to come off this evening, it is agreed to cut the chedule in two or frame a new one, giving Ogden the championship in the first series and makinfe them work out for first honors in the second, interest is bound to be revived because their supporters will say, "Well, we have already won the first series and can. afford to take a chance on the second and, in case we do not come out at the top of the bunch, whichever which-ever team wins will have to play us off in the after-season after-season games for the championship of Utah." By sticking in the procession they will have a chance either to strengthen up at once or wait for their old players to return as the leagues to which all but one of them has gone to finish before Utah teams close their stunts on the diamond. All clubs have been, losing money, but the men behind the coin are all willing to dig for the neces sary if the field is called back to the starter's gate and set off an an even footing. As for Salt Lake, even in the demoralized condition con-dition where they are at present, they will continue con-tinue to do business at the same old stand until after Elk's convention week, as dear old Harry and the foxy George are not going to overlook any bets which may be placed during the influx of visitors at that period and also expect to rake in a barrel of the yellow boys by a proposition calling for a game of baseball in the evening and under the glare of electric lights, followed by foot races, throwing the baseball, etc., terminating with a four-round setto between two clever mit wallopers "for points only." Apropos of the fight-making game, it is about time that the small army of "any old place where I hang my hat" pugs got the can or be introduced to that rare piece of bric-a-brac work, as the longer they hang around this burg waiting for a chance for some easy money to turn up, framing all kinds of fake deals to toss gold bricks at the long-suffering, but withal, patient public, the worse it will be for the really legitimate game when the right kind of promoters endeavor to start it up this fall. Following the recent "dealing from the bottom" bouts pulled off in Park City, Provo and Ogden, comes a match between that Prince from the country of Forgotten Toil, Mexican Pete, and one Tomasso Reilley, a facial decorator from the Northwest, which is scheduled to come off in Park City within the next two weeks. If this go gets its just dues the attendance will consist of about eight men and a dog, unless the dog is proud. (Continued on page 8.) Sporting Life. Continued from pageG.) The only event that promised to be of any importance im-portance which has taken place in the Junction city for many a dry moon, came off the other night, being a battle between George Lawler, sometimes some-times termed the "Irish Giant," and Jim McCoy, hailing from the land of Nowhere, supposed to go twenty rounds. Nobody ever heard of McCoy before and are not likely to again, and the suckers who gave up their good coin to see a couple of tyg stiffs perform elephantine stunts in the squared circle are about as sore a gang of sports as ever blew over the.pike. The seance lasted just about a round and a half and both actors played their parts well. As the sketch was framed at least a week ago, McCoy was to enact the role of the Human Punching Bag, while Lawler had the part of the hero who after playing with his man long enough to con the spectators spec-tators into thinking that they were getting the real article, would step in and put his man away in a punch. The only trouble was that he forgot his cue and sent McCoy to the bad too soon and the bunch got next and bawled out the phony mit bluffers to a fare-you-well. McCoy was green, fat and logy and at no stage of the game did Lawler have a chance to make good his baked atmospheric spiels about being capable of putting Ruhlin, Sharkey and McCoy to the mat and getting an even break with Jeffries of Fitz. Another move they made that will help to kill the game in Utah was the rottenest and most unsportsmanlike un-sportsmanlike trick ever perpetrated on the boxing public. It was nothing more or less than Lawler advertising his opponent as Kid McCoy and billing all the small surrounding towns in hopes of gulling a few farmers into tossing a little gold towards their pockets. The real Kid McCoy is now in New York, where he says he has given up the business busi-ness for a while, owing to an injury to his arm received in his recent battle with Kid Carter. Fake advertisements like Lawler sent out should be worth a penalty like any misdemeanor. A professional pro-fessional con game is angelic whiteness beside the fighting business. |