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Show WEATHER PREVENTS GAME WITH ANGELS SALT LAKE, April 16. Not being equipped with a full assortment of skis, snowshoes, skates, chest protectors, protect-ors, flannel bands and winter underwear under-wear (triple thickness), Frank Chance decided yesterday not to play a ball game with the Bees. So he ordered or-dered the boys to pack their carpet bags, called for a reindeer sleigh and beat it back to tho land of sunshine, which is called California. The reason rea-son for this suddon and unceremonious unceremoni-ous hurrying away is not far to seek. The P. L. discovered it as soon as he unpillowed himself yesterday morning, pulled up his blind in his room m the Hotel Utah and peered out on the Arctic Arc-tic habiliments of the city which is called Salt Lake. For a moment the P. L. thought ho y was Dr. Cook and had discovered the pole, but he soon became aware of the fact that he was in this fair metropolis on a balmy and winsome April day. Then he cogitated on the number of dog sleds which could be mustered to carry the runners around the bases and the number of pairs of skates which he could supply the boys who chase flies in the outfield, and he saw the impossibility of playing off the tie in the series and departed nourishing great gobs of peevishness. |