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Show BREWSTER BACK AND j SAVES WEIRD GAME The Evergreen Wildcat! By JAMES W. EGN. (Copyrteht, 1921. by the Newnpaper Ki.ieriwiae A:H-lation. ( HAP1KH VIII. Ic;iKSrt I've taken part In plenty of wild and unvarnished hall camen nine the one-nLI-ct d y kJjiiI it hH t 5unday "HftPfnonn atlTi- nH Ir i Korku will alwaya live In th memory of S-jtiawk Mrtiuff mm the tusftlr that won thn aolid riiller, aelf-f illina toothpick. tooth-pick. Honcydove! I put a tenm on the field to B'arl he name, although 1 hml no hope, 'runih, lay and loyle were In the looimow. Iirewter hs'l disappeared. Manny llattn could hardly hohitie with its hum foot. Not ont of my three pitchers was available. "Buck" Horn, the blK cowboy, thought he could take a whirl in the box. and I went behind the bat my-1 my-1 ai-lf. Once upon a llm I had been a rnnrf cHirhor but I in tt re 1 1 v nld and mm r.cicttia iifhliitfton A in or one whs ; up. Hut the diinky Mr. Ambrose was I not In form unless he held dice in hia hand, ami he was first out of the frame, t Freddy Hopper, shimmying around the j rubber lik a reed In a srale. smo.e, m'Khtily at a coupla heaves, falling j flat on his face after the second strike. The pl. kle-l press spent was such a I cirrus that even I had to bowl. And when he accidentally swung and hit the I next ball, and ntarted to run toward third before corrected. Fir Forks went, On. !! K'UR !1 IIHfoTiTMrflMe Ram". all right. We scored six runs in the firnt befnro our side wan out. Then Ituck Horn attempted to pitch. Murk had speed, but he whs wilder than a band of roamintr mustangs Kir Korka made five runs before bring retired. re-tired. I was nearlv a wreck. Jumping nd plunging for the Montansn's sliooia was terrible punishment for an old- timer. I wondered how many rations i I would last. A wlrd and wonderful thing, the game went on. Itoth sides bit the apple; merrily, but we held our own In runs registered Hloom, Wrigley and Worth turned In some great stops and catches, .... i i.fiu Vnpih ll.-u,-il 'em at first stiff. One practice ng to second was sufficient for me. The old whip felt like a window that has stopped a rock In full flight. lfty North was stationed on first, and Simpson had been brought In to play second base. Robin Wngley was en short, and Curlv Hloom held down third. Johnny Worth waa in center, as usual, but my other pair of fields were a cry for help. 1 had been forced to riark the, brunet Kcssema tn left, and n right field was none other than our peerless press agent Freddy Hopper. He was absolutely below sero. Somewhere Some-where he had stumbled upon a tlll running to capacity, and he waa walking walk-ing In circles. t u 'Mart's trx to- make-n bnff-yHme. of It. boys'" i yodel, an Worth went to bat in the opening stanxa. "Get a few runs now, and make 'em fight." A fsst ball performer hs lied as "Smoky" Ihurrow waa tossing for them, and Whix Worth nropetly cuffed him for a double. Curly Hloom follo.wd wtfh a single that brought him In. and evea Simp Simpson, who ordinarily hit his weight In cream puffs, bashed the egg for a pair of burlaps. Buck Horn finished Smoky Hurrows by hitting one back among the tret a. and 11 gamble that onion Is there yet. A new hurler waa greeted by Ifty North with a sweet triple, and Itobln Wrigley chased him over with another anoth-er solid swat. The boys were smacking that cherry like craxy men. 1 got up and took one In the ribs anvthlng to get on being my motto like a, voung Tenney. One fly soared out to Yedd Hopper and nearly hit him on the head. From where he whs he doubtless saw six diamond and a doxen teams In action. Kexema had covered himself with glory by falling down and catching a long fly while spilling. I Mi re accident, but the colored trainer was tickled brown over It. 1 was enduring behind the bat, hut the strain was awful. In the lat of the seventh, with the score i:t all, and nobody down. Ruck Horn cracked like Ice In the sun. He filled the bags, and things looked black. Then 1 heard a yell from Lefty North: . . "Hrrn nlrr' Kit s l a i lu 1 "" "comes1"" Sure enough. V. Morgan Brewster, the missing, ass tearing In nn high. Right pronto I had time out for something, some-thing, and before I was done stalling our prodigal pitcher was In a suit and ambling out on the mound. Horn went to first, and North to right field, and Freddy Hopper wabbled wab-bled for a spot to rest. Our press agent waa all In. even to hts spikes. "I don't know where you been. Brewster," 1 snap, aa he cornea for signals, "but If we lick these guy you're forgiven." And I'm here to relate that baby opened up. He stopped Fir Forks dead. Not a man reached first the remainder of the game, and V. Morgan crashed one tn the ninth himself that gave us, three runs and victory. i (To he continued |