Lulu was dusting the parlour. The parlour was rarely used, but every morning it was dusted. By Lulu.
She dusted the black walnut centre table which was of Ina’s choosing, and looked like Ina, shining, complacent, abundantly curved. The leather … Read the rest
On a June morning Dwight Herbert Deacon looked at the sky, and said with his manner of originating it: “How about a picnic this afternoon?”
Ina, with her blank, upward look, exclaimed: “To-day?”
“First class day, it looks like to … Read the rest
When, on a warm evening a fortnight later, Lulu descended the stairs dressed for her incredible trip to the city, she wore the white waist which she had often thought they would “use” for her if she died. And really, … Read the rest
Mrs. Bett had been having a “tantrim,” brought on by nothing definable. Abruptly as she and Ina were getting supper, Mrs. Bett had fallen silent, had in fact refused to reply when addressed. When all was ready and Dwight was … Read the rest
The office of Dwight Herbert Deacon, Dentist, Gold Work a Speciality (sic) in black lettering, and Justice of the Peace in gold, was above a store which had been occupied by one unlucky tenant after another, and had suffered long … Read the rest
Zane Grey (1872 – 1939) was a popular American frontier novelist who wrote his first story at the age of fifteen, entitled Jim of the Cave. His father reportedly responded by tearing the book to shreds and giving Zane a … Read the rest
One day in July our Rochester club, leader in the Eastern League, had returned to the hotel after winning a double-header from the Syracuse club. For some occult reason there was to be a lay-off next day … Read the rest
It was about the sixth inning that I suspected the Rube of weakening. For that matter he had not pitched anything resembling his usual brand of baseball. But the Rube had developed into such a wonder in … Read the rest
“Fellows, it’s this way. You’ve got to win today’s game. It’s the last of the season and means the pennant for Worcester. One more hard scrap and we’re done! Of all the up-hill fights any bunch ever … Read the rest
“He’s got a new manager. Watch him pitch now!” That was what Nan Brown said to me about Rube Hurtle, my great pitcher, and I took it as her way of announcing her engagement.
My baseball career … Read the rest