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Show Waddell Had No Earthly Use for Any Nightshirt There is an ancient story of "Rube" Waddell which still Is told with much gusto by some of the older generation of baseball men. It seems that the Rube, having fallen into one of his gloomy and Introspective In-trospective moods, had gone off by himself and wound up finally In a small cracker-barrel grocery store In North Philadelphia. As he was sitting there, moodily contemplating the rottenness of terrestrial ter-restrial existence, a dry-goods drummer drum-mer came In and started exhibiting his samples to the proprietor. When he had drawn forth from his case two lengthy and voluminous garments Waddell was stirred sufficiently from his murky thoughts to put a query: "What's those things you got there?" he asked. "Nightshirts," said the drummer, and then, thinking that he might there and then give evidence to the merchant mer-chant of the ease with which his line moved, inquired snapplly, "Maybe we could sell you one or two what?" "Naw," said Rube, relapsing once again into a state of boredom, "I don't set around much o' nights." |