Garber Sentinel. (Garber, Okla.), Vol. 20, No. 40, Ed. 1 Thursday, July 3, 1919 Page: 2 of 8
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THE GARBER SENTINEL. r.ARRER. OKLAHOMA
HURLER JEAN DUBUC, FRENCH-CANADIAN,
RESCUED FROM SALT LAKE BY J. M'GRAW
is
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Jean Duhuc, French-Canadian pitcher, rescued by John McOraw from
the Sp.lt Ijike club of the I'ncltic league, to which he had been released by
the Itostou Iteil Sox, Is makliiK a game tight to come hack to the big league
heights, and If Mom Jean continues at his present pace he's sure to make
good. United fandom Is pulling for him to hold his berth on the Giants' Muff.
QUIT TELEGRAPHING
Kid Gleason nay George
I'hle, the neml-pro star who is
trying to win a berth with the
Cleveland Indians, may make a
great pitcher—when he quits
telegraphing to the batter what
he is going to throw. GleoMiin
says Dick Kerr had the same
fault when he Joined the White
Sox in the training cainp, and
the Kid had a serious talk with
Kerr about It.
"You throw your fast one
with a side arm motion, your
curve with an overhand throte-,"
Gleason said to Kerr. "You
can't get by that way."
"X got by all right in the
Southern and American Associ-
ation," replied Kerr.
"That may be so but you will
never get by In this league if
you don't atop telegraphing."
retorted Gleason and he get out
to show Kerr how to turn the
trick.
BACK ON FARM FOR OLDRING
Former Captain of Philadelphia Ath-
letic* to Play Ball In New
l Jersey Village.
It's "back to the farm" again for
"Rube" H. Oldrlng, captain of therhll-
adelphla Athletics In the American
league last season, with which club
he also starred as an outfielder In
DIAMOND
• NOTES
V
Rube Oldring.
those days when Connie Mack was
pulling down pennants.
Having now secured his release from
the Athletics, "Rube" Intends to take
up his residence at Quinton, a rural
village in Salem County, N. J., where
he helped to organize a nine that two
years ago would wallop nearly all ri-
vals In seven townships.
WHITE SOX SHOWING SPEED
Manager Gleason Hat His Men Batting
Well and Running Bases Better
Than Usual.
Manager Gleason of the White Sox
not only appears to have his team
batting in fine shape, but they are
showing more speed on the bases than
has usually been the case with Chi-
cago American teams of past years.
Stealing seven bases In one game Is
something new for the White Sox, es-
pecially with Alnsmith doing the catch-
ing for the opposing team.
Eddie Sicking put up a good gume
In Bancroft's shoes until Injured.
• • •
The Brooklyn club has released Gent
Sheridan, an infield rookie, to Charley
Dooln's Reading teum.
• ♦ •
"Dugan to Shannon to Burn?' Is get-
ting to be an often mentioned combi-
nation on the Athletics.
• ♦ •
Mannger Branch Rickey of the St
Louis Cardinals 1s not giving up be-
cause of a i>oor start.
* • •
The reason for Krnle Shore's poor
start Is explained. He caught the
mumps from Ping Rodle.
• • •
Red Fnber will have hlB*banner sea-
son In the American league If he keeps
up his work of recent combats.
• • •
Wallace, the youngster who was try-
ing fur an Infield Job wl(h the Phillies,
has been released to Hartford of the
Eastern league.
• • •
Josh Devore Is surprising the fans
by his work for the Indians. Devore
has been fielding in fine fashion and
is hitting the ball hard.
...
George H. Lawson, recently dis-
charged from the Canadian army, is
planning on "outlaw" league, to be
known as the Allied league.
• • •
The New York Yankees charged
Carl Mays was using an emery ball,
hut now having beaten him they may
conclude they were mistaken.
* • *
Manager Lee Fohl of Cleveland Is
well pleased at* what George Uhle has
shown him and declares the young
semi-pro Is going to be a real star.
"• «
Joe Wllholt, a star In the Coast
league three or four years ago and for
a moment looking like a star in the
big show, seems to have fizzled out
with Seattle.
• « •
Hugo Rezdek has benched South-
worth and played Lee In right field.
The former, who hit for .341 In 64
games last season, has been doing un-
der .100 this season.
• • •
Shortstop Jimmy Cooney, who did
not Join the Detroit Tigers and who
thus is technically a member of the
Boston Red Sox, is finally out of the
army and no place to go.
• • •
A left-hander can't hit a southpaw.
Not at all. Casey Stengel only got four
hits, one of them a triple, against the
mightiest boy In the National loop,
Jim Vaughn, the other day.
• • •
An all-star association football team
will go to Sweden ttiis summer under
direction of Secretary Thomas Cahill
of the United States Football associa-
tion. the governing council of the
sport.
• * •
Mnnager Miller Hugglns assigned
Duffy Lewis to center field to start
the season, but soon changed his mind
and switched Duffy to left. Ping Ro-
dle went to center. Ping will keep
on going If he doesn't watch out.
• • •
George Runge, 111 fielder, who was re-
leased by Clurence Rowland of the
Brewers, has signed to play with the
Nash Motor com piny team of Keno-
shn. Artie Bues, Art Kores and Rip
Hagerman, former A. A. players, are
also with the club.
A CSTcCLU&G brCO.
CHAPTER XX—Continued.
—14
We emerged through the companion,
and I stepped aside as the others
rushed by. There was no shout, no
cheer, the fellows seeming to realize
the desperate nature of their work,
and the Importance of surprise. They
were outnumbered five to one, and
their only hope of success lay In ren-
dering their opponents helpless before
they could rally to a defense. All the
pent-up hate of years was in their
hearts, bluzed madly In their eyes;
they were tigers leaping at the throat
of their prey, yet sane enough to com-
prehend even In their blood-rage that
they must act together. It was over
so quickly I scarcely saw It all. My
eyes swept from group to group—the
four tolling nt the cover of the main
hatch; the fellows racing toward the
forecastle; and Watkins' squad driv-
ing straight Into the grouped watch
beyond the foremast. It was smartly
done; Watkins had taken no cutlass,
but went In with both fists, asking no
questions, but battering right nnd left,
his men surging after, with steel
blades flnmlng in the sunlight. The
astounded watch, cursing and fighting
grimly, held for a moment, and then
went stuggerlng buck against the port
rail, unable to stem the rush, and roar-
ing for mercy. I had view of Carlson
dropping recklessly down the forecas-
tle scuttle, and then sprang forwnrd
myself to give a band to the four
wrestling with the main hatch. To-
gether we dragged it Into position,
forcing relentlessly back as we did so,
a dozen struggling -figures frantically
endeavoring to reach the deck. Shots
were fired, the bullets whistling
through the opening, the flare lighting
up the black depths below, revealing
vaguely a mass of frantic men staring
up, and cursing us fiercely In a dozen
languages; but, In spite of them, we
clamped the hatch down tight, and
locked it securely Into place with an
Iron bar.
Watkins needed no help; ho hnd nis
party rounded up. To my orders they
were driven Into the cook's galley and
a guard stationed at the door. Then I
turned to the more serious work con-
fronting me In the forecastle. We
must huve men enough to sail the
bark, and If I was to command them,
I must first of all prove my courage
and enforce authority. The whole suc-
cess of our effort depended on this.
"What's going on below?" I asked.
"Cursin' mostly," answered Carter,
peering down through a slight uptilt-
ing of the scuttle. "They don't Just
know what's happening yet, but the
big nigger seems ter be raisin' hell.
Carlson Is a holdin' him back with his
cutlass."
"Open up and let me down."
I feli, rather than clambered along
the rungs of the ladder, coining to
my feet on deck in the midst of a
group of angry men. The light was so
poor I could scnrcely see their faces;
a bubel of voices greeted me, nnd more
than one hand gripped me fiercely as
I he excited owner yelped a demand to
know what in hell we were up to. I
roughly cleared a spnce, aided by Carl-
son's cutlass, and fronted them. Tow-
ering above thein all, his black ape-
like face, distorted, with rage, I dis-
tinguished the giant Cochose, his Im-
mense hands grasping n wooden bar
ripped from a bunk. Plainly enough
he wns the leader. If I was to rule,
this black brute must be conquered
at the very start, conquered by my
own bands, nnd in the presence of his
mates.
"Stand back there lads," I said stern-
ly. "I'll explnin all thnt has happened
presently, but first 1 am going to lick
that black within an inch of his life.
Step out of there, Cochose."
He came grinning widely, balancing
the heavy club.
"You mean me, sah? You all think
yor kin lick me?"
"Yes, I think so; I'll try It anyway.
Here Carlson, take this pistol and
sheath knife. If anyone interferes
shoot him. All I ask Is fair play.
Drop thnt cluh, Cochose, and throw
away your knife. You nnd I will fight
this out with bare hands."
His dull brain worked slowly, and
he stared at me, his eyes ugly. His
silence and lack of response, awoke a
growl from the Impatient circle of
men behind. One fellow kicked the
club out of hl.s hand contemptuously,
and another plucked the knife from
his belt.
"You big skulker," the latter said,
with an oath of derision, "go on, and
fight !"
"What for All fight this white man?
Ah don't even know who he is."
"Then I'll tell you. Est ada Is dead;
Manuel Is a prisoner. I'm In com-
nand of this bark. You are a big,
boasting cur! I heard what you said
when I came down, and now I'll make
you prove It."
I took two steps forward, my ad-
vance so Rwlft and unexpected the big
negro had not even time to throw up
an arm in defense. With open hand I
struck him squarely across the luce.
CHAPTER XXI.
In Full Possession.
A roar of delight went up. I knew
sailors and felt they would welcome a
fight like this and their immediate
sympathy would be with me for start-
ing it. More than that, this black
bully, ruling over them by brute force,
could be no favorite. They might fear
him, but with that fear would be
mingled hate, and a delight in his
downfall.
In that Instant, although I cannot
recall removing watchful eyes from
the negro's face, I received an Impres-
sion of my surroundings never to be
erased from memory—the gloomy in-
terior, the deck, foul, littered with sea
boots, and discarded clothing, and the
great beams overhead blackened by
smoke. The rays of the swinging
slush lantern barely llluminnted the
central space, the rows of bunks be-
yond remaining mere shadows, yet this
dim, yellowish light, fell full upon the
excited half circle of men who were
roaring about the negro. They were
a rough, wild lot, ranging In color
from the intense black of Central
Africa to the blond of Scandinavia,
half naked some, their voices mingling
in a dozen tongues, their eyes gleam-
ing with savagery.
I know not whether Cochose lunged
forward of his pwn volition, or was
pressed on from behind, yet suddenly
he was within reach of me, and the
battle was on, his object evidently be-
ing to crush me In his giant grip,
mine to oppose science to strength,
and avoid his bear-hug. We swayed
back and forth to the sharp pitching
of the ship. Then he sprang straight
at me determined to smash me to the
deck by the very power of his on-
slaught. But I side-stepped him, get-
ting In two swift blows, which rocked
his head, and tore open one cheek,
from which blood trickled. Yet he
kept his feet, blindly gripping for me.
I evaded his clutch by leaping aside,
but the space was far too small to per-
mit these tactics to carry long, and
finally he had me. Yet, even as he
seemingly crushed the very brenth out
of me. his giant strength met with a
resistance which Increased his fury.
Alreudy the fellow had lost his head,
but I fought coolly, putting my skill
against brute force, every wrestler's
trick I knew flashing into my brain.
Breathlessly, my flesh scraped and
bruised, I wriggled partly free, and
tripped him, his great body striking
the deck with a thud. I fell with him,
dragged down by his desperate grip,
but was first upon my feet, saluted by
a roar of delight from the lips of those
crowding about us. As he staggered
up also, I struck him again, a blow
which would have ended the game,
had not my foot slipped on the reeling
deck. As It was it drove him to his
knees, groggy, and with one eye half
closed, yet with strength enough left
to regain his feet as soon as I. This
time he charged me like a wild bull,
froth whitening his lips, scarcely ap-
pearing humnn In the yellow light. In
mnd rage he forgot all caution, his
one thought to reach me with his
hands, and throttle me into lifeless
pulp. I fought him back, driving blow
on blow through his guard, side-step-
plng his mad rushes, landing again
and again on his body. Twice I got
in over his heart, nnd at last, found
the chance I sought, and sent a right
Jab straight to the chin. All the force
of one hundred and eighty pouuds was
behind the clenched fist, and the negro
went down as though floored by a
poleax. Once weakly t* endeavored
to rise, but this time I used my left,
and he never stirred agnln, lying
there with no sign of lit'e except the
quivering of the huge Ixuly. Assured
thnt he was down and out, i stood
above him, gazing into toe ring of ex-
cited faces.
"That's one attended to," I said
shortly. "Now is there nay more of
you who would like to fight fhls out?"
There was no answer although the
ring widened under the threat of my
eyes, and I met sullen faces H re and
there. I was in no mood u> take
chances.
"Carlson," I said, "you know all
these men. Pick out those you can
trust, and have them stand over there
to the right. Call them out by name;
be lively now."
They stepped forth eagerly enough,
and ranged themselves before the
hunks, the faces mostly those of north-
ern Europe, although a negro or two
was among them. As the Swede
ceased calling, six or seven yet re-
mained clustered in front of ma, a
motley lot, one of them an Indian, the
others mostly half-breeds. I glaLced
from face to face inquiringly.
"How about it, your' I asked. "Are
there any more of you fellows who
take a chance with us? This is my
last offer."
"What's the game?" asked a sullen
voice In English, and a bearded fellow,
burned black, pushed bis way to the
front. "I used ter be Scotch; now I
don't know what I am. one flag U
as good as another ter me—only I
want to know what sorter game I'm
playin' In. Who are yer? An' whar'd
yer cum frum?"
"I am an English seaman," I an-
swered shortly, "and how I came
aboard makes no difference. Right
now I am the only navigator on the
Namur. Estada Is dead—knifed last
night by one of the buccaneers. Man-
uel Estevan had a hand In the busi-
ness, and he's safely locked in a state-
room aft. Captain Sanchez is wound-
ed and helpless, and those cut-throats
amidships are battened down below
hatches. LeVere and I are the officers
left, and we control the deck."
"Yer mean those fellers were almln'
ter take the ship?"
"Exactly that; now where are you
lads? With Manuel and his bunch of
pirates? Or with us?"
"What er yer going ter do with us,
an' this ship? That's the fu'st ques-
tion."
I had not decided that even in my
own mind, but the answer came
promptly enough.
"I am going to leave that to the crew.
As soon as we have all secure, I'll
huve every man on deck, and then
we'll talk It over. That's fair enough ;
isn't it?"
"It looks fair. Come on, mates; I'm
fer the Englishman."
Only one followed him, however, a
sheep-faced boy; the others remained
sullen and defiant I had no further
time to waste in explanations. I
glanced up at Carter's face framed In
the scuttle hole.
"Carter, pass these men up and take
them forward with the others. Turn
them over to Watkins. Then come
back here, and report to me."
They went up the ladder one by
one, and disappeared onto the deck
above. Carlson and I watched the
others until Carter stuck his head
once again through the opening.
"All safe, sir—they was like lambs."
"Very well; stand by to help. Now
you lnds, lift this black and shove him
up to where they can get hold above."
They hoisted the unconscious form
up the ladder and forced It through
the hole onto the deck. At my stern
command they crawled forth Into the
sunlight. There they picked up Co-
chose and carried him aft.
I went to the main hatch, and had
the cover slipped to one side, the
armed sailors gathering close «bout
the edge, as I peered down. It was a
scene of pandemonium, revealed In the
yellow flame of slush lanterns, a group
of white faces showing clearly, as the
prisoners below struggled forward,
gesticulating and shouting. Ignoring
their mad roarlug, and the threat of
leveled guns, I stared down at the In-
furiated faces, until the clamor ceased
sufficiently to let my voice be heard.
"What are you men trying to do,
frighten me? Y'ou might as well stop
that. This opening is lined with guns,
and If one of you fire a shot we'll pour
lead Into you. More than that; If you
attempt to climb out there Is a brass
enrronade trained on the hatch. So
listen I We are in control of the ship
and mean to keep it. The old officers
are either dead or prisoners. What we
do with you will depend on your ac-
tions, but we're ready to kill If neces-
sary. If you keep quiet down there,
und obey orders, you'll be fed, and
treated decently enough. Pass up your
arms."
There was no movement only a
glare of hostile eyes, an Indistinguish-
able growl of voices.
"Kneel down, lads nnd cover those
fellows," I ordered sternly drawing my
own pistol. "Now you below there,
this Is my last word. I'll count ten,
and you'll either pass up those weapons
or we'll pour our fire Into you. Take
aim, boys."
There was a moment of deathly si-
lence, except for my counting. One
man uttered a curse, and the Jam*of
figures at the foot of the ladder on-
deavored to work back out of ranje,
yet, before I had spoken the word
eight guns were held aloft, and poked
up within reach, and nt this sign of
surrender even the most desperate lust
heart and Joined the more cowardly.
It was a strange collection of weapons
stacked on the deck—guns, cutlasses,
knives and pistols of every descrip-
tion. Probably all hnd not been deliv-
ered, yet I felt no further fear of the
few pieces remaining hidden.
"That's all, Is It? Very well—now
take care of this big nigger we're send-
ing down; no, he is not dead, only
stunned. Now stand aside while a few
of your friends join you; they'll tell
you what's up. Make room there."
We passed the forecastle scuin down
one by one. Ignoring the indignant
roar of voices which greeted my or-
der, I watched the men shift the heavy
hatch cover Into place, and then per-
mitted my eyes to survey the deck, as
I hastily considered our next action.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
THIN PEOPLE
SHOULD TAKE
PHOSPHITE
Nothing Like Plain Bitro Phesphete
to Put on Firm, Healthy Flesh and
to Increase Strength, Vigor
and Nerve Force.
Judging from the counties* preparations
and treatment* which are continually be-
lnr advertised for the purpose of making
thin people fleshy, developing arms, neck
~ •— hollows and
excessive thinness.
Thlnneus and weakness are often due
to starved nerves. Our bodies need more
phosphate than is contained In modern
foods. Physicians claim there is nothing
that will supply this deficiency so well as
the organic phosphate known among drug-
gists as bitro-phosphate. which is inex-
pensive and Is sold by most all drugglste
undei a guarantee of satisfaction or money
back. By feeding the nerves directly and
by supplying the body cells with the nec-
essary phosphoric food elements. bltro
phosphate should produce a welcome
transformation In the appearance; the In-
crease In weight frequently being aston-
Incresse in weight also carries with It
a general improvement In the health.
Nervousness, sleeplessness and lack of
energy, which nearly always accompany
excessive thinness, should disappear, dull
eyes become bright, and pale cheeks glow
with the bloom of perfect health.
CAUTION: — Although bitro-phosphate
Is unsurpassed for relieving nervousness,
sleeplessness and general weakness. It
should not. owing to Its tendency to In-
crease weight, be used by anyone who
does not desire to put on flesh.
Rich Rhine Country.
Strange to say, the fine grapes are
grown on the eastern slopes of the
Rhine and the choicest varieties, as
Johannisburger and Steinberger, are
produced higher up the river, south of
the Rhine province. It is, neverthe-
less, the land of the vine, especially
the Moselle valley. The substantial
claim of the province is its mineral
wealth.
U.S. Army Raincoats
Finished too late to go to France
While they last — For Civilians
U. S. G.'tniMat Specific at Iod RiU«i>U|
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Sent C. O. D. on receipt of 12c stamps
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Hermetically Cemented Waterproof Seams
Officers' Belted Coats $12.00
ILLUSTRATIONS OS HEyt'lfrT
Money Hefonded If not 8 tlsfla4
State Cb«st Measurement and Height
CAMBRIDCE RUBBER CO.
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~ W. N. U~, WICHITA, NO. 25-191#.
Fixing Up.
"Why the clenn collar In such a
hurry?"
"Gotta see my girl In a minute op
two."
"But your shoes need polishing."
"She can't see my shoes."
"Huh?"
"She lives In one of these little
booths In front of a picture theater.
We talk through the window."—Louis-
ville Courier-Journal.
N6 ugly, grimy streaks on tbe
clothes when Red Cross Ball Blue Is
used. Good bluing gets good results.
All grocers carry it—5c.
Lingering Traces.
"Have the Germans abandoned their
program of atrocity?"
"I'm afraid not entirely," replied
Miss Cayenne. "The mnnnors of their
delegates to the peace conference have
been persistently atrocious."
Optimistic Thought.
He bath riches sufficient who llAtb
enough to be charitable.
Thousands Have Kidney
Trouble and Never
Suspect It
Applicants for Insurance Often
Rejected.
Judging from reports from druggiste
who are constantly in direct touch with
the public, there is one preparation that
has been very successful in overcoming
these conditions. The mild and healing
influence of Dr. Kilmer's Swamp-Root ie
6oon realized. It stands the highest for
its remarkable record of success.
An examining physician for one of the
prominent Life Insurance Companies, in
an interview of the subject, made the as-
tonishing statement that one reason why
so many applicants for insurance are re-
jected is because kidney trouble is so
common to the American people, and the
large majority of those whose applica-
tions are declined do not even suspect
that they have the disease. It is on sale
at all drug stores in bottles of two sizes,
medium and large.
However, if you wish first to test thie
gTeat preparation 6end ten ccnts to Dr.
Kilmer & Co., Binghamton, N. Y., for
sample bottle. When writing be sure and
mention this paper.—Adv.
Paradoxical Precaution.
"I see the president mentions the
dye Industry."
"Yes; wants It made a live Issue."
It's easy to pay as you go if you go
after the paying things in life.
Our real enemies are within rather
than without.
When Your Eyes Need Care
„ Try Murine Eye Remedy
Ko Sunning — J oat Hyr Comfort. W cent, at
Dn>,(lau or mall. Writ, for IT roe H;« Book.
mi rink iu amtni oo* chiuauo
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