SHAGGY MANAGER STORY
As the baseball season in Philadelphia draws toward its inevitable, fated close the town's more euphoric fans are maintaining good cheer with a tale which in the past has made the rounds of other losing ball parks.
It has to do with Mayo Smith, shorn of substitutes by the vicissitudes of a tight game and looking desperately down the bench for someone to put in at third. There was but one choice open to him, a horse named Charley who had come up from the minors with quite a reputation as a fielder and hitter. Charley had done extremely well in practice, too, but for some reason Smith had not elected to try him. Prejudice, perhaps.
Charley was sensational at third. In his first inning of major league play he accepted two chances. One was a screaming hot liner which he caught for an out. In the other he assisted in a double play.
In the next inning, Smith had to shift him to the outfield. There Charley distinguished himself again by hauling down a ball that seemed certain to be a hit and in one motion flinging it to the plate to cut off a runner from third. It seemed to Smith that no finer throwing arm had ever been seen in the major leagues.
Charley came to bat in the next inning, after three of his mates, now inspired, had loaded the bases. He hit the first pitch for what looked like a sure inside-the-park home run but as his teammates ran home Charley just stood there leaning on his bat. The ball was fielded to first. Charley was out without even trying, and Smith came charging out of the dugout, as the saying goes.
"Why," he demanded, "didn't you run?"
Charley looked at him coldly.
"If I could run" he said, "I wouldn't be fooling around with baseball. I'd be up at Aqueduct hauling Eddie Arcaro around the track."
THE SENATORS' SENATOR