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Terre Haute, Indiana, September 6.

FRIEND AL: Well, Al old pal I suppose you seen in the paper
where I been sold to the White Sox. Believe me Al it comes as a
surprise to me and I bet it did to all you good old pals down home.
You could of knocked me over with a feather when the old man come up
to me and says Jack I've sold you to the Chicago Americans.

I didn't have no idea that anything like that was coming off.
For five minutes I was just dum and couldn't say a word.

He says We aren't getting what you are worth but I want you to
go up to that big league and show those birds that there is a Central
League on the map. He says Go and pitch the ball you been pitching
down here and there won't be nothing to it. He says All you need is
the nerve and Walsh or no one else won't have nothing on you.

So I says I would do the best I could and I thanked him for the
treatment I got in Terre Haute. They always was good to me here and
though I did more than my share I always felt that my work was
appresiated. We are finishing second and I done most of it. I can't
help but be proud of my first year's record in professional baseball
and you know I am not boasting when I say that Al.

Well Al it will seem funny to be up there in the big show when I
never was really in a big city before. But I guess I seen enough of
life not to be scared of the high buildings eh Al?

I will just give them what I got and if they don't like it they
can send me back to the old Central and I will be perfectly

I didn't know anybody was looking me over, but one of the boys
told me that Jack Doyle the White Sox scout was down here looking at
me when Grand Rapids was here. I beat them twice in that serious. You
know Grand Rapids never had a chance with me when I was right. I shut
them out in the first game and they got one run in the second on
account of Flynn misjudging that fly ball. Anyway Doyle liked my work
and he wired Comiskey to buy me. Comiskey come back with an offer and
they excepted it. I don't know how much they got but anyway I am sold
to the big league and believe me Al I will make good.

Well Al I will be home in a few days and we will have some of
the good old times. Regards to all the boys and tell them I am still
their pal and not all swelled up over this big league business.

Your pal, JACK.

Chicago, Illinois, December 14.

OLD PAL: Well Al I have not got much to tell you. As you know
Comiskey wrote me that if I was up in Chi this month to drop in and
see him. So I got here Thursday morning and went to his office in the
afternoon. His office is out to the ball park and believe me its some
park and some office.

I went in and asked for Comiskey and a young fellow says He is
not here now but can I do anything for you? I told him who I am and
says I had an engagement to see Comiskey. He says The boss is out of
town hunting and did I have to see him personally?

I says I wanted to see about signing a contract. He told me I
could sign as well with him as Comiskey and he took me into another
office. He says What salary did you think you ought to get? and I
says I wouldn't think of playing ball in the big league for less than
three thousand dollars per annum. He laughed and says You don't want
much. You better stick round town till the boss comes back. So here I
am and it is costing me a dollar a day to stay at the hotel on
Cottage Grove Avenue and that don't include my meals.

I generally eat at some of the cafes round the hotel but I had
supper downtown last night and it cost me fifty-five cents. If
Comiskey don't come back soon I won't have no more money left.

Speaking of money I won't sign no contract unless I get the
salary you and I talked of, three thousand dollars. You know what I
was getting in Terre Haute, a hundred and fifty a month, and I know
it's going to cost me a lot more to live here. I made inquiries round
here and find I can get board and room for eight dollars a week but I
will be out of town half the time and will have to pay for my room
when I am away or look up a new one when I come back. Then I will
have to buy cloths to wear on the road in places like New York. When
Comiskey comes back I will name him three thousand dollars as my
lowest figure and I guess he will come through when he sees I am in
ernest. I heard that Walsh was getting twice as much as that.

The papers says Comiskey will be back here sometime to-morrow.
He has been hunting with the president of the league so he ought to
feel pretty good. But I don't care how he feels. I am going to get a
contract for three thousand and if he don't want to give it to me he
can do the other thing. You know me Al.

Yours truly, JACK.

Chicago, Illinois, December 16.

DEAR FRIEND AL: Well I will be home in a couple of days now but
I wanted to write you and let you know how I come out with Comiskey.
I signed my contract yesterday afternoon. He is a great old fellow Al
and no wonder everybody likes him. He says Young man will you have a
drink? But I was to smart and wouldn't take nothing. He says You was
with Terre Haute? I says Yes I was. He says Doyle tells me you were
pretty wild. I says Oh no I got good control. He says well do you
want to sign? I says Yes if I get my figure. He asks What is my
figure and I says three thousand dollars per annum. He says Don't you
want the office furniture too? Then he says I thought you was a young
ballplayer and I didn't know you wanted to buy my park.

We kidded each other back and forth like that a while and then
he says You better go out and get the air and come back when you feel
better. I says I feel O.K. now and I want to sign a contract because
I have got to get back to Bedford. Then he calls the secretary and
tells him to make out my contract. He give it to me and it calls for
two hundred and fifty a month. He says You know we always have a city
serious here in the fall where a fellow picks up a good bunch of
money. I hadn't thought of that so I signed up. My yearly salary will
be fifteen hundred dollars besides what the city serious brings me.
And that is only for the first year. I will demand three thousand or
four thousand dollars next year.

I would of started home on the evening train but I ordered a
suit of cloths from a tailor over on Cottage Grove and it won't be
done till to-morrow. It's going to cost me twenty bucks but it ought
to last a long time. Regards to Frank and the bunch.

Your Pal, JACK.

Paso Robles, California, March 2.

OLD PAL AL: Well Al we been in this little berg now a couple of
days and its bright and warm all the time just like June. Seems funny
to have it so warm this early in March but I guess this California
climate is all they said about it and then some.

It would take me a week to tell you about our trip out here. We
came on a Special Train De Lukes and it was some train. Every place
we stopped there was crowds down to the station to see us go through
and all the people looked me over like I was a actor or something. I
guess my hight and shoulders attracted their attention. Well Al we
finally got to Oakland which is across part of the ocean from Frisco.
We will be back there later on for practice games.

We stayed in Oakland a few hours and then took a train for here.
It was another night in a sleeper and believe me I was tired of
sleepers before we got here. I have road one night at a time but this
was four straight nights. You know Al I am not built right for a
sleeping car birth.

The hotel here is a great big place and got good eats. We got in
at breakfast time and I made a B line for the dining room. Kid
Gleason who is a kind of asst. manager to Callahan come in and sat
down with me. He says Leave something for the rest of the boys
because they will be just as hungry as you. He says Ain't you afraid
you will cut your throat with that knife. He says There ain't no
extra charge for using the forks. He says You shouldn't ought to eat
so much because you're overweight now. I says You may think I am fat,
but it's all solid bone and muscle. He says Yes I suppose it's all
solid bone from the neck up. I guess he thought I would get sore but
I will let them kid me now because they will take off their hats to
me when they see me work.

Manager Callahan called us all to his room after breakfast and
give us a lecture. He says there would be no work for us the first
day but that we must all take a long walk over the hills. He also
says we must not take the training trip as a joke. Then the colored
trainer give us our suits and I went to my room and tried mine on. I
ain't a bad looking guy in the White Sox uniform Al. I will have my
picture taken and send you boys some.

My roommate is Allen a lefthander from the Coast League. He
don't look nothing like a pitcher but you can't never tell about them
dam left handers. Well I didn't go on the long walk because I was
tired out. Walsh stayed at the hotel too and when he seen me he says
Why didn't you go with the bunch? I says I was too tired. He says
Well when Callahan comes back you better keep out of sight or tell
him you are sick. I says I don't care nothing for Callahan. He says
No but Callahan is crazy about you. He says You better obey orders
and you will git along better. I guess Walsh thinks I am some

When the bunch come back Callahan never said a word to me but
Gleason come up and says Where was you? I told him I was too tired to
go walking. He says Well I will borrow a wheelbarrow some place and
push you round. He says Do you sit down when you pitch? I let him kid
me because he has not saw my stuff yet.

Next morning half the bunch mostly vetrans went to the ball park
which isn't no better than the one we got at home. Most of them was
vetrans as I say but I was in the bunch. That makes things look
pretty good for me don't it Al? We tossed the ball round and hit
fungos and run round and then Callahan asks Scott and Russell and Ito
warm up easy and pitch a few to the batters. It was warm and I felt
pretty good so I warmed up pretty good. Scott pitched to them first
and kept laying them right over with nothing on them. I don't believe
a man gets any batting practice that way. So I went in and after I
lobbed a few over I cut loose my fast one. Lord was to bat and he
ducked out of the way and then throwed his bat to the bench. Callahan
says What's the matter Harry? Lord says I forgot to pay up my life
insurance. He says I ain't ready for Walter Johnson's July stuff.

Well Al I will make them think I am Walter Johnson before I get
through with them. But Callahan come out to me and says What are you
trying to do kill somebody? He says Save your smoke because you're
going to need it later on. He says Go easy with the boys at first or
I won't have no batters. But he was laughing and I guess he was
pleased to see the stuff I had.

There is a dance in the hotel to-night and I am up in my room
writing this in my underwear while I get my suit pressed. I got it
all mussed up coming out here. I don't know what shoes to wear. I
asked Gleason and he says Wear your baseball shoes and if any of the
girls gets fresh with you spike them. I guess he was kidding me.

Write and tell me all the news about home.

Yours truly, JACK.

Paso Robles, California, March 7.

FRIEND AL: I showed them something out there to-day Al. We had a
game between two teams. One team was made up of most of the regulars
and the other was made up of recruts. I pitched three innings for the
recruts and shut the old birds out. I held them to one hit and that
was a ground ball that the recrut shortstop Johnson ought to of ate
up. I struck Collins out and he is one of the best batters in the
bunch. I used my fast ball most of the while but showed them a few
spitters and they missed them a foot. I guess I must of got Walsh's
goat with my spitter because him and I walked back to the hotel
together and he talked like he was kind of jealous. He says You will
have to learn to cover up your spitter. He says I could stand a mile
away and tell when you was going to throw it. He says Some of these
days I will learn you how to cover it up. I guess Al I know how to
cover it up all right without Walsh learning me.

I always sit at the same table in the dining room along with
Gleason and Collins and Bodie and Fournier and Allen the young
lefthander I told you about. I feel sorry for him because he never
says a word. To-night at supper Bodie says How did I look to-day Kid?
Gleason says Just like you always do in the spring. You looked like a
cow. Gleason seems to have the whole bunch scared of him and they let
him say anything he wants to. I let him kid me to but I ain't scared
of him. Collins then says to me You got some fast ball there boy. I
says I was not as fast to-day as I am when I am right. He says Well
then I don't want to hit against you when you are right. Then Gleason
says to Collins Cut that stuff out. Then he says to me Don't believe
what he tells you boy. If the pitchers in this league weren't no
faster than you I would still be playing ball and I would be the best
hitter in the country.

After supper Gleason went out on the porch with me. He says Boy
you have got a little stuff but you have got a lot to learn. He says
You field your position like a wash woman and you don't hold the
runners up. He says When Chase was on second base to-day he got such
a lead on you that the little catcher couldn't of shot him out at
third with a rifle. I says They all thought I fielded my position all
right in the Central League. He says Well if you think you do it all
right you better go back to the Central League where you are
appresiated. I says You can't send me back there because you could
not get waivers. He says Who would claim you? I says St. Louis and
Boston and New York.

You know Al what Smith told me this winter. Gleason says Well if
you're not willing to learn St. Louis and Boston and New York can
have you and the first time you pitch against us we will steal fifty
bases. Then he quit kidding and asked me to go to the field with him
early to-morrow morning and he would learn me some things. I don't
think he can learn me nothing but I promised I would go with him.

There is a little blonde kid in the hotel here who took a shine
to me at the dance the other night but I am going to leave the skirts
alone. She is real society and a swell dresser and she wants my
picture. Regards to all the boys.

Your friend, JACK.

P.S. The boys thought they would be smart to-night and put
something over on me. A boy brought me a telegram and I opened it and
it said You are sold to Jackson in the Cotton States League. For just
a minute they had me going but then I happened to think that Jackson
is in Michigan and there's no Cotton States League round there.

Paso Robles, California, March 9.

DEAR FRIEND AL: You have no doubt read the good news in the
papers before this reached you. I have been picked to go to Frisco
with the first team. We play practice games up there about two weeks
while the second club plays in Los Angeles. Poor Allen had to go with
the second club. There's two other recrut pitchers with our part of
the team but my name was first on the list so it looks like I had
made good. I knowed they would like my stuff when they seen it. We
leave here to-night. You got the first team's address so you will
know where to send my mail. Callahan goes with us and Gleason goes
with the second club. Him and I have got to be pretty good pals and I
wish he was going with us even if he don't let me eat like I want to.
He told me this morning to remember all he had learned me and to keep
working hard. He didn't learn me nothing I didn't know before but I
let him think so.

The little blonde don't like to see me leave here. She lives in
Detroit and I may see her when I go there. She wants me to write but
I guess I better not give her no encouragement.

Well Al I will write you a long letter from Frisco.

Yours truly, JACK.

Oakland, California, March 19.

DEAR OLD PAL: They have gave me plenty of work here all right. I
have pitched four times but have not went over five innings yet. I
worked against Oakland two times and against Frisco two times and
only three runs have been scored off me. They should only ought to of
had one but Bodie misjudged a easy fly ball in Frisco and Weaver made
a wild peg in Oakland that let in a run. I am not using much but my
fast ball but I have got a world of speed and they can't foul me when
I am right. I whiffed eight men in five innings in Frisco yesterday
and could of did better than that if I had of cut loose.

Manager Callahan is a funny guy and I don't understand him
sometimes. I can't figure out if he is kidding or in ernest. We road
back to Oakland on the ferry together after yesterday's game and he
says Don't you never throw a slow ball? I says I don't need no slow
ball with my spitter and my fast one. He says No of course you don't
need it but if I was you I would get one of the boys to learn it to
me. He says And you better watch the way the boys fields their
positions and holds up the runners. He says To see you work a man
might think they had a rule in the Central League forbidding a
pitcher from leaving the box or looking toward first base.

I told him the Central didn't have no rule like that. He says
And I noticed you taking your wind up when What's His Name was on
second base there to-day. I says Yes I got more stuff when I wind up.
He says Of course you have but if you wind up like that with Cobb on
base he will steal your watch and chain. I says Maybe Cobb can't get
on base when I work against him. He says That's right and maybe San
Francisco Bay is made of grapejuice. Then he walks away from me.

He give one of the youngsters a awful bawling out for something
he done in the game at supper last night. If he ever talks to me like
he done to him I will take a punch at him. You know me Al.

I come over to Frisco last night with some of the boys and we
took in the sights. Frisco is some live town Al. We went all through
China Town and the Barbers' Coast. Seen lots of swell dames but they
was all painted up. They have beer out here that they call steam
beer. I had a few glasses of it and it made me logey. A glass of that
Terre Haute beer would go pretty good right now.

We leave here for Los Angeles in a few days and I will write you
from there. This is some country Al and I would love to play ball
round here.

Your Pal, JACK.

P.S--I got a letter from the little blonde and I suppose I got
to answer it.

Los Angeles, California, March 26

FRIEND AL: Only four more days of sunny California and then we
start back East. We got exhibition games in Yuma and El Paso, Texas
and Oklahoma City and then we stop over in St. Joe, Missouri, for
three days before we go home. You know Al we open the season in
Cleveland and we won't be in Chi no more than just passing through.
We don't play there till April eighteenth and I guess I will work in
that serious all right against Detroit. Then I will be glad to have
you and the boys come up and watch me as you suggested in your last

I got another letter from the little blonde. She has went back
to Detroit but she give me her address and telephone number and
believe me Al I am going to look her up when we get there the
twenty-ninth of April.

She is a stenographer and was out here with her uncle and

I had a run in with Kelly last night and it looked like I would
have to take a wallop at him but the other boys seperated us. He is a
bush outfielder from the New England League. We was playing poker.
You know the boys plays poker a good deal but this was the first time
I got in. I was having pretty good luck and was about four bucks to
the good and I was thinking of quitting because I was tired and
sleepy. Then Kelly opened the pot for fifty cents and I stayed. I had
three sevens. No one else stayed. Kelly stood pat and I drawed two
cards. And I catched my fourth seven. He bet fifty cents but I felt
pretty safe even if he did have a pat hand. So I called him. I took
the money and told them I was through.

Lord and some of the boys laughed but Kelly got nasty and begun
to pan me for quitting and for the way I played. I says Well I won
the pot didn't I? He says Yes and he called me something. I says I
got a notion to take a punch at you.

He says Oh you have have you? And I come back at him. I says Yes
I have have I? I would of busted his jaw if they hadn't stopped me.
You know me Al.

I worked here two times once against Los Angeles and once
against Venice. I went the full nine innings both times and Venice
beat me four to two. I could of beat them easy with any kind of
support. I walked a couple of guys in the fourth and Chase drops a
throw and Collins lets a fly ball get away from him. At that I would
of shut them out if I had wanted to cut loose. After the game
Callahan says You didn't look so good in there to-day. I says I
didn't cut loose. He says Well you been working pretty near three
weeks now and you ought to be in shape to cut loose. I says Oh I am
in shape all right. He says Well don't work no harder than you have
to or you might get hurt and then the league would blow up. I don't
know if he was kidding me or not but I guess he thinks pretty well of
me because he works me lots oftener than Walsh or Scott or Benz.

I will try to write you from Yuma, Texas, but we don't stay
there only a day and I may not have time for a long letter.

Yours truly, JACK.

Yuma, Arizona, April 1.

DEAR OLD AL: Just a line to let you know we are on our way back
East. This place is in Arizona and it sure is sandy. They haven't got
no regular ball club here and we play a pick-up team this afternoon.
Callahan told me I would have to work. He says I am using you because
we want to get through early and I know you can beat them quick. That
is the first time he has said anything like that and I guess he is
wiseing up that I got the goods.

We was talking about the Athaletics this morning and Callahan
says None of you fellows pitch right to Baker. I was talking to Lord
and Scott afterward and I say to Scott How do you pitch to Baker? He
says I use my fadeaway. I says How do you throw it? He says Just like
you throw a fast ball to anybody else. I says Why do you call it a
fadeaway then? He says Because when I throw it to Baker it fades away
over the fence.

This place is full of Indians and I wish you could see them Al.
They don't look nothing like the Indians we seen in that show last

Your old pal, JACK.

Oklahoma City, April 4.

FRIEND AL: Coming out of Amarillo last night I and Lord and
Weaver was sitting at a table in the dining car with a old lady. None
of us were talking to her but she looked me over pretty careful and
seemed to kind of like my looks. Finally she says Are you boys with
some football club? Lord nor Weaver didn't say nothing so I thought
it was up to me and I says No mam this is the Chicago White Sox Ball
Club. She says I knew you were athaletes. I says Yes I guess you
could spot us for athaletes. She says Yes indeed and specially you.
You certainly look healthy. I says You ought to see me stripped. I
didn't see nothing funny about that but I thought Lord and Weaver
would die laughing. Lord had to get up and leave the table and he
told everybody what I said.

All the boys wanted me to play poker on the way here but I told
them I didn't feel good. I know enough to quit when I am ahead Al.
Callahan and I sat down to breakfast all alone this morning. He says
Boy why don't you get to work? I says What do you mean? Ain't I
working? He says You ain't improving none. You have got the stuff to
make a good pitcher but you don't go after bunts and you don't cover
first base and you don't watch the baserunners. He made me kind of
sore talking that way and I says Oh I guess I can get along all

He says Well I am going to put it up to you. I am going to start
you over in St. Joe day after to-morrow and I want you to show me
something. I want you to cut loose with all you've got and I want you
to get round the infield a little and show them you aren't tied in
that box. I says Oh I can field my position if I want to. He says
Well you better want to or I will have to ship you back to the
sticks. Then he got up and left. He didn't scare me none Al. They
won't ship me to no sticks after the way I showed on this trip and
even if they did they couldn't get no waivers on me.

Some of the boys have begun to call me Four Sevens but it don't
bother me none.

Yours truly, JACK.

St. Joe, Missouri, April 7.

FRIEND AL: It rained yesterday so I worked to-day instead and
St. Joe done well to get three hits. They couldn't of scored if we
had played all week. I give a couple of passes but I catched a guy
flatfooted off of first base and I come up with a couple of bunts and
throwed guys out. When the game was over Callahan says That's the way
I like to see you work. You looked better to-day than you looked on
the whole trip. Just once you wound up with a man on but otherwise
you was all O.K. So I guess my job is cinched Al and I won't have to
go to New York or St. Louis. I would rather be in Chi anyway because
it is near home. I wouldn't care though if they traded me to Detroit.
I hear from Violet right along and she says she can't hardly wait
till I come to Detroit. She says she is strong for the Tigers but she
will pull for me when I work against them. She is nuts over me and I
guess she has saw lots of guys to.

I sent her a stickpin from Oklahoma City but I can't spend no
more dough on her till after our first payday the fifteenth of the
month. I had thirty bucks on me when I left home and I only got about
ten left including the five spot I won in the poker game. I have to
tip the waiters about thirty cents a day and I seen about twenty
picture shows on the coast beside getting my cloths pressed a couple
of times.

We leave here to-morrow night and arrive in Chi the next
morning. The second club joins us there and then that night we go to
Cleveland to open up. I asked one of the reporters if he knowed who
was going to pitch the opening game and he says it would be Scott or
Walsh but I guess he don't know much about it.

These reporters travel all round the country with the team all
season and send in telegrams about the game every night. I ain't seen
no Chi papers so I don't know what they been saying about me. But I
should worry eh Al? Some of them are pretty nice fellows and some of
them got the swell head. They hang round with the old fellows and
play poker most of the time.

Will write you from Cleveland. You will see in the paper if I
pitch the opening game.

Your old pal, JACK.

Cleveland, Ohio, April 10.

OLD FRIEND AL: Well Al we are all set to open the season this
afternoon. I have just ate breakfast and I am sitting in the lobby of
the hotel. I eat at a little lunch counter about a block from here
and I saved seventy cents on breakfast. You see Al they give us a
dollar a meal and if we don't want to spend that much all right. Our
rooms at the hotel are paid for.

The Cleveland papers says Walsh or Scott will work for us this
afternoon. I asked Callahan if there was any chance of me getting
into the first game and he says I hope not. I don't know what he
meant but he may surprise these reporters and let me pitch. I will
beat them Al. Lajoie and Jackson is supposed to be great batters but
the bigger they are the harder they fall.

The second team joined us yesterday in Chi and we practiced a
little. Poor Allen was left in Chi last night with four others of the
recrut pitchers. Looks pretty good for me eh Al? I only seen Gleason
for a few minutes on the train last night. He says, Well you ain't
took off much weight. You're hog fat. I says Oh I ain't fat. I didn't
need to take off no weight. He says One good thing about it the club
don't have to engage no birth for you because you spend all your time
in the dining car. We kidded along like that a while and then the
trainer rubbed my arm and I went to bed. Well Al I just got time to
have my suit pressed before noon.

Yours truly, JACK.

Cleveland, Ohio, April 11.

FRIEND AL: Well Al I suppose you know by this time that I did
not pitch and that we got licked. Scott was in there and he didn't
have nothing. When they had us beat four to one in the eight inning
Callahan told me to go out and warm up and he put a batter in for
Scott in our ninth. But Cleveland didn't have to play their ninth so
I got no chance to work. But looks like he means to start me in one
of the games here. We got three more to play. Maybe I will pitch this
afternoon. I got a postcard from Violet. She says Beat them Naps. I
will give them a battle Al if I get a chance.

Glad to hear you boys have fixed it up to come to Chi during the
Detroit serious. I will ask Callahan when he is going to pitch me and
let you know. Thanks Al for the papers.

Your friend, JACK.

St. Louis, Missouri, April 15.

FRIEND AL: Well Al I guess I showed them. I only worked one
inning but I guess them Browns is glad I wasn't in there no longer
than that. They had us beat seven to one in the sixth and Callahan
pulls Benz out. I honestly felt sorry for him but he didn't have
nothing, not a thing. They was hitting him so hard I thought they
would score a hundred runs. A righthander name Bumgardner was
pitching for them and he didn't look to have nothing either but we
ain't got much of a batting team Al. I could hit better than some of
them regulars. Anyway Callahan called Benz to the bench and sent for
me. I was down in the corner warming up with Kuhn. I wasn't warmed up
good but you know I got the nerve Al and I run right out there like I
meant business. There was a man on second and nobody out when I come
in. I didn't know who was up there but I found out afterward it was
Shotten. He's the centerfielder. I was cold and I walked him. Then I
got warmed up good and I made Johnston look like a boob. I give him
three fast balls and he let two of them go by and missed the other
one. I would of handed him a spitter but Schalk kept signing for fast
ones and he knows more about them batters than me. Anyway I whiffed
Johnston. Then up come Williams and I tried to make him hit at a
couple of bad ones. I was in the hole with two balls and nothing and
come right across the heart with my fast one. I wish you could of saw
the hop on it. Williams hit it right straight up and Lord was camped
under it. Then up come Pratt the best hitter on their club. You know
what I done to him don't you Al? I give him one spitter and another
he didn't strike at that was a ball. Then I come back with two fast
ones and Mister Pratt was a dead baby. And you notice they didn't
steal no bases neither.

In our half of the seventh inning Weaver and Schalk got on and I
was going up 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

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

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

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 at
me right off the reel. He says You better walk me you busher. I says
I will walk you back to the bench. Schalk signs for a spitter and I
gives it to him and Cobb misses it.

Then instead of signing for another one Schalk asks for a fast
one and I shook my head no but he signed for it again and yells Put
something on it. So I throwed a fast one and Cobb hits it right over
second base. I don't know what Weaver was doing but he never made a
move for the ball. Crawford scored and Cobb was on first base. First
thing I knowed he had stole second while I held the ball. Callahan
yells Wake up out there and I says Why don't your catcher tell me
when they are going to steal. Schalk says Get in there and pitch and
shut your mouth. Then I got mad and walked Veach and Moriarity but
before I walked Moriarty Cobb and Veach pulled a double steal on
Schalk. Gainor lifts a fly and Lord drops it and two more come in.
Then Stanage walks and I whiffs their pitcher.

I come in to the bench and Callahan says Are your friends from
Bedford up here? I was pretty sore and I says Why don't you get a
catcher? He says We don't need no catcher when you're pitching
because you can't get nothing past their bats. Then he says You
better leave your uniform in here when you go out next inning or Cobb
will steal it off your back. I says My arm is sore. He says Use your
other one and you'll do just as good.

Gleason says Who do you want to warm up? Callahan says Nobody.
He says Cobb is going to lead the league in batting and basestealing
anyway so we might as well give him a good start. I was mad enough to
punch his jaw but the boys winked at me not to do nothing.

Well I got some support in the next inning and nobody got on.
Between innings I says Well I guess I look better now don't I?
Callahan says Yes but you wouldn't look so good if Collins hadn't
jumped up on the fence and catched that one off Crawford. That's all
the encouragement I got Al.

Cobb come up again to start the third and when Schalk signs me
for a fast one I shakes my head. Then Schalk says All right pitch
anything you want to. I pitched a spitter and Cobb bunts it right at
me. I would of threw him out a block but I stubbed my toe in a rough
place and fell down. This is the roughest ground I ever seen Al.
Veach bunts and for a wonder Lord throws him out. Cobb goes to second
and honest Al I forgot all about him being there and first thing I
knowed he had stole third. Then Moriarity hits a fly ball to Bodie
and Cobb scores though Bodie ought to of threw him out twenty

They batted all round in the fourth inning and scored four or
five more. Crawford got the luckiest three-base hit I ever see. He
popped one way up in the air and the wind blowed it against the
fence. The wind is something fierce here Al. At that Collins ought to
of got under it.

I was looking at the bench all the time expecting Callahan to
call me in but he kept hollering Go on and pitch. Your friends wants
to see you pitch.

Well Al I don't know how they got the rest of their runs but
they had more luck than any team I ever seen. And all the time
Jennings was on the coaching line yelling like a Indian. Some day Al
I'm going to punch his jaw.

After Veach had hit one in the eight Callahan calls me to the
bench and says You're through for the day. I says It's about time you
found out my arm was sore. He says I ain't worrying about your arm
but I'm afraid some of our outfielders will run their legs off and
some of them poor infielders will get killed. He says The reporters
just sent me a message saying they had run out of paper. Then he says
I wish some of the other clubs had pitchers like you so we could hit
once in a while. He says Go in the clubhouse and get your arm rubbed
off. That's the only way I can get Jennings sore he says.

Well Al that's about all there was to it. It will take two or
three stamps to send this but I want you to know the truth about it.
The way my arm was I ought never to of went in there.

Yours truly, JACK.

Chicago, Illinois, April 25.

FRIEND AL: Just a line to let you know I am still on earth. My
arm feels pretty good again and I guess maybe I will work in Detroit.
Violet writes that she can't hardly wait to see me. Looks like I got
a regular girl now Al. We go up there the twenty-ninth and maybe I
won't be glad to see her. I hope she will be out to the game the day
I pitch. I will pitch the way I want to next time and them Tigers
won't have such a picnic.

I suppose you seen what the Chicago reporters said about that
game. I will punch a couple of their jaws when I see them.

Your pal, JACK.

Chicago, Illinois, April 29.

DEAR OLD AL: Well Al it's all over. The club went to Detroit
last night and I didn't go along. Callahan told me to report to
Comiskey this morning and I went up to the office at ten o'clock. He
give me my pay to date and broke the news. I am sold to Frisco.

I asked him how they got waivers on me and he says Oh there was
no trouble about that because they all heard how you tamed the
Tigers. Then he patted me on the back and says Go out there and work
hard boy and maybe you'll get another chance some day. I was kind of
choked up so I walked out of the office.

I ain't had no fair deal Al and I ain't going to no Frisco. I
will quit the game first and take that job Charley offered me at the
billiard hall.

I expect to be in Bedford in a couple of days. I have got to
pack up first and settle with my landlady about my room here which I
engaged for all season thinking I would be treated square. I am going
to rest and lay round home a while and try to forget this rotten
game. Tell the boys about it Al and tell them I never would of got
let out if I hadn't worked with a sore arm.

I feel sorry for that little girl up in Detroit Al. She expected
me there today.

Your old pal, JACK.

P.S. I suppose you seen where that lucky lefthander Allen shut
out Cleveland with two hits yesterday. The lucky stiff.