Baseball Joe on the Giants

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y caught the ball tossed to him by one of his friends and walked ove

nswered, laughingly. "Anyt

f us, Joe," cried one

s, with a fervor that spoke volumes f

rside gymnasium. Riverside was Joe's home town where his people had lived for years, and where he

tretched out in a long line and wait

e chum, who stood ready at the receiving end. "Remember I'm out o

too anxious myself to pitch my arm out at the sta

the distance between himself and Tom, who stood directly behind the plate that had been improvised for the oc

ne," said Tom. "Now

gave them specimens of his "knuckle" ball, his in-and-out cu

one that traveled so swiftly that the eye could scarcely follow it. It landed in Tom's glove with a report li

whiskers on it for fair. Have a

p Dick Little. "Only the good die young

er when he comes up to the plate and s

hat tough old bird," answered Joe grimly. "

ast ball of yours was traveling

wered Joe carelessly. "Somethin

up from the throng and the

a railroad train traveling at the rate of a mile a minute only covers eighty-eight feet a

unning at that speed and hit the rear platform," was the incredulous comment of Ben Atk

n't some certain way of fi

found out," s

that

as it

ne say two hundred feet apart. These hoops are covered with a mesh of fine wires that are connected by electricity with a signal room. The bullet as it goes through the first hoop cuts a wire which registers the exact fraction of a second at which it is

when you come to thin

times at which it struck the two hoops. They did it down at some Connecticut plant and got two of the swiftest pitchers in the big leagues to try out their speed. One of them put it through at the rate

ack to take his place again at the receiving end. "But after this, cut down the

cut out the fast straight ones

an by curves?" asked

glimpse of the unusual number present through the open door, had concluded to add himself to the spectators. He was a ma

n't quite understand what you meant by your q

. "You thought you were going to curve the direction of the ball,

bewildered, "the proof of the pudding is i

professor, still with that smug air of certainty. "You undoubted

a little nettled, "they say that seein

nt straight as a die for perhaps forty feet and then turned s

hantly, "if that wasn'

ion," replied the

is back reaching out after it," Joe came back at him.

tends to move in a straight line. Neither you nor anybody else can change that law. You might as w

Joe stoutly. "Not at right angles, of course, b

exceedingly irritating. But Joe, by

se pretences, because the men who pay it to me do so under the impression that I can curve the ball. I've always had that impre

ssor pompously. "Truth is usual

be glad, if I asked him, to do me a favor. I'll get him to come down some day and take a picture of the ball in motion. Then

essor Crabbe cautiously, as though he were looking for a trap. "T

est Injun.' You'd have my word of honor and the operator

pictures were honestly taken, how could t

the way, it would look the same at any point. But if it curved, it would be farther away from the camera than

came a wil

is eyes blazing with excitement, his breath coming i

boy. "He's stolen the Bilki