Come on, get out of here before I run you in!"
""No," I said. "I"m reporting to the Waterloo Ball Club."
""You"re what?" he says. "My G.o.d! Did you ever wash your face?"
""Yes I did," I said. "But I"ve been travelling for five days and five nights, and I am anxious to get to the Ball Park. Where do the ballplayers hang around?"
""At the Smoke Shop," he says. "Down the street about a half of a mile.
If you walk down there, probably whoever you"re looking for will be there."
"So I thanked him and said I"d see to it that he got a free pa.s.s to the ball game as soon as I got settled, and started off for the Smoke Shop.
It turned out that two brothers owned the Smoke Shop, and they also owned the Ball Club. One of them was behind the counter when I walked into the place. He took one look at me and let out a roar like a lion"s.
""What are you doing in here?" he yelled. This is a respectable place!
Get out of here!"
""Wait a minute," I says. "I"ve got a telegram from the manager of the Ball Club to report here, and if I make good I"ll get a contract."
""Are you kidding?" he says. "Who in the world ever recommended you?"
""Howard Wakefield did," I said.
""Well," says the guy behind the counter, "Wakefield is in back shooting billiards. We"ll soon settle this!"
"I"d like to go back and see him," I said.
""Don"t you go back there," he shouted. "Don"t even think about going back there! You"ll drive everybody out. Did you ever take a bath?"
""Of course I did," says I. "But I"ve b.u.mmed my way here and I haven"t had a chance to clean up yet."
"So he goes into the back and in a minute Howard comes out "Cripes!" he says. "What happened to you?"
"I was explaining it to him when in came Mr. Frisbee, the manager, and I was introduced to him. "I received your telegram," I said. "I didn"t have enough money to come first cla.s.s or anything like that, but here I am."
""Keokuk is here tomorrow," says the manager, "and we"ll pitch you.""
""We"ll pitch you?"" echoed Hootsey. "What a mean thing for him to say!
Imagine, just pitching you out after all your effort to get there!"
"No, no," explained the shadow. "He meant that he wanted me to pitch the next day. But I was all tuckered out and hardly ready to do that. I really wanted to have a bath and get some sleep.
""Tomorrow or never, Young Fellow," he says to me. Tomorrow or not at all."
""All right," I said. "But could I have five dollars in advance so I can get a clean shirt or something?"
""After the game tomorrow," he said. Then he just walked away from me like I was nothing."
"How rude," said Elephant.
"The least he could have done would have been to let you take a shower in the locker-room," said Lisa.
"Well, I got to clean up," admitted Rube. "Howard took me to his rooming house and gave me something to eat. They let me sleep on an extra cot they had. And the next day we went to the Ball Park and I was introduced to the players and given a uniform that was too small for me. The Keokuk team was s.h.a.gging b.a.l.l.s while I warmed up, and they kept making comments about green rookies and bushers and nitchies and such; and how they"d knock me out of the box in the first inning; and how I should have stayed home with my Mommy. Ooh, I felt terrible. I had an awful headache and I was exhausted! Still, I was determined to show them that I could make good, and I went out there and won that game six against one!
"With that," continued the shadow, "I felt sure I"d be offered a contract. So after the game, I went to Mr. Frisbee and said, "Welp, I showed you I could deliver the goods. Can we talk about a contract now?"
""Oh," he says to me. "Keokuk is in last place. Wait until Oskaloosa comes in this weekend. They are in second place. They are a rough team, and if you can beat them, then we"ll talk."
""Can"t I get any money--any advance money--on my contract?" I asked him.
""You haven"t got a contract," he said.
""All right," says I, and I didn"t say another word. I knew that he was right. I"d have to prove myself before I could expect any handouts from this man. So I stayed quiet. I didn"t say anything to anybody that evening. But when it got dark, I went down to the railway station, and the same stationmaster was there. He remembered me.
""Hey!" he says. "You pitched a fine game today! I was there, and you did a great job! What are you doing back here? Did you come to give me that free ticket you promised me?"
""No," I said to him sadly. I"m sorry. I"m going back home to Cleveland, and I want to know what time a freight comes by." Then I explained to him about everything that had happened. Oh, he was very nice to me. He completely understood where I was coming from. After we had talked for awhile, he said, "Look, the train comes in at one o"clock in the morning and the engine unhooks and goes down to the water tower. When it does, you sneak into the baggage compartment. Meanwhile, I"ll talk to the baggage man before the engine gets hooked up again. So when the train pulls out and is about five miles out of town, he"ll open the baggage door and let you out."
"And that is pretty much what happened," continued Rube. "When we were five miles out of town, the door opened and the baggage man appeared. I talked with him all the way to Chicago, and as we got close to the yards he says to me, "Okay, you"d better get ready to jump now. There are a lot of detectives around here and if you"re not careful, they"ll jump on you and throw you in jail. So once you get to the ground, do not hesitate! Beat it away from here as fast as you can!"
"The baggage man must have told the engineer about me, as we slowed down to a crawl just before we approached the Chicago yards, and off I jumped. I got out of there quick and took off down the street. I don"t know what street it was, and I"m not sure where I was headed, but I do remember that I was awfully tired. It was the middle of the morning and I had hardly slept a wink the night before. I had staggered about three or four blocks when I pa.s.sed by a fire engine house. Evidently all of the firemen were out at a fire, because the place was deserted. I was tired, very tired, so I went in and sat down. Well, they had a big bellied iron stove in there, and it was warm. I guess I must have fallen asleep, as the next thing I knew, a couple of firemen were shaking me and doing everything they could do to wake me up. They called me a b.u.m and a lot of other bad names, and told me to get out of there or they"d have me thrown in jail.
""I"m no b.u.m," I said. "I"m a ballplayer."
""What?" the firemen laughed. "You, a ballplayer? Where did you ever play?"
""In Cleveland, around the sandlots," I told them proudly. "And in Waterloo, Iowa, too! I beat the Keokuk team six to one!"
""Yeah?" said one of the firemen. "And last week I had dinner with Santa Claus and the Pope. So I suppose you"re going to tell me that you are close buddies with Three-Fingered Brown, Chance, Tinker and Evans--I mean, Evers--and all of those fellows?"
""No," I said. "I don"t know them. But some day I"ll be playing with them, or against them, because I"m going to get in the Big Leagues."
""Where are you going now?" asked the firemen.
""Back home to Cleveland," I told them.
""Have you got any money?" they asked me.
""No," I answered. I had to be honest, after all.
"So they got up a little pool of about five dollars and said, "Well, on your way. And use this to get something to eat."
"I thanked them, and as I left I told them that some day I would be back again. "When I get to the Big Leagues," I said, I"m coming out to visit you when we get to Chicago."
"And home I went. I played around home all the rest of the summer, and then the next summer--that would have been 1907, if I recall correctly, even though I"m remembering things that have yet to happen and I"m remembering them backwards--I took a job with an ice cream company in Cleveland. I made twenty-five dollars a week: Fifteen for checking the cans on the truck that would take the ice cream away, and ten dollars a Sunday, when I pitched for the company team. It was a good team. We played the best semipro clubs in the Cleveland area, and I beat them all. I was only seventeen, but I hardly lost a game.
"Then one day I got a postal card from the Cleveland Ball Club, asking me to come in and talk to them. Mr. Kilfoyl and Mr. Somers, the owners of the club, wanted to see me."
"Hurray!" said Hootsey. "So then, your father must have come around by then?"