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THURSDAY, APRIL 25, 1957
STAGE FRIGHT. PITCHER
By F. L Rowley
Tj'ROM the shelter of the Eagles'
dugout Bob Miller nervously
scanned the crowded stands. The
knowledge that most of these
fans had come to see their new
pitcher in action made him weak.
This was his first game in the big
league—he had to make a show
ing or it might be his last.
“Let’s get going, Skinny!” cut
In a gruff voice. “Warming up
won't help you any, but ifs one
at die rules. Oh well, we can’t
win 'em alL’*
Bob sprang from the dugout as
If a whip had flicked him. He
didn't look back to see who was
needling him—he knew. It was
the Eagles’ big catcher, Bull
Mason. Bob found himself wonder
ing what he had done to incur
Bull’s dislike.
“Sure hope your sad little curve
is working today. Skinny,” said
Bull as be tossed a ban in Bob’s
direction. “These Hawks will
knock your ‘nothing-ball’ clear out
of sight. You won’t find any friends
at the plate this afternoon.’’
“Or behind it!” spat Bob.
When the game started he was
mad clean through. He steamed
each pitch into BuU as if he was
trying to knock the burly catcher’s
head off. After retiring the side
on fifteen pitches he stalked toward
the dugout. The Eagles’ manager,
Artie Drew, was waiting for him.
“And just what do you think
you’re doing, Mr. Fireball?’’
screamed Artie. “Do you realize
that this is the first inning, that it’s
early in the season, and that you
have only one right arm?”
“Too fast?” Bob asked meekly.
Artie walked away and Bull
covered a wide grin with both
hands. Bob clenched his fists and
turned his back on the big guy. He
only hoped he could control his
temper for eight more innings.
Bull kept after him until the
seventh. Bob’s curve was break
ing cleanly now, but there was
never so much as a grunt of en
couragement from the big catcher.
The fact that the Eagles had given
him a five run cushion helped lit
tle; if he were to blow up the re
sponsibility for losing the game
would be his. Those eyes in the
stands continued to stare, vul
ture-like, waiting for him to weak
en.
Bull waddled out to the mound,
grumbling as usual. “That last
one wasn’t too hot. Skinny,” he
warned. “Get with it! Owens is
up next. Last time you fanned him
with a lucky pitch. Keep ’em
low and on the inside—if you know
how!”
Bull came up behind him. “Want
me to signal for a relief man,
Skinny?”
Bob spun around. “Because of
one bad pitch? Get back behind
the plate and hang onto them—if
you can!”
There was a glint in Bull’s eye
as he obeyed.
Bob was thoroughly aroused. He
had never thrown so hard in his
life. A few minutes later he real
ized that he. had won his first
game in the big league. As he
reached the dugout u huge hand
tugged at his sleeve.
“Still mad at me?” asked Bull
with a grin.
“Forget it,” said Bob. “We won
didn’t we? If you don’t like me
that’s your business.”
Bull looked around to make sure
no one else was listening, then
confided: “When I saw you look
ing at the stands before the game
I knew you had stage fright.”
“Stage fright?”
“Sure. I was scared stiff too on
my first day in the majors. There’s
only one cure for it: get good and
mad. Judging from the way my
hand feels you were as mad as a
guy can get without busting. You
and «ne should win a lot of games,
Skinny.”
He was holding out his hand and
Bob grasped it.
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WORLD OUTDOORS
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A LMOST since time began the
■ world has been inhabited by
fishermen. Even before man ap
peared on the scene fish were a
valuable menu item for numerous
species of birds and animals. Man
himself became a fisherman oi
necessity, in his ever-incessant
search for food.
The patience of a modem angler
would probably in no way compare
to that of the first fisherman. He
caught fish with his hands, wait
ing patiently beside some pool or
stream until a lazy, unsuspecting
fish swam close enough to be
grabbed firmly or scooped quick
ly onto the dry land.
Later, some quick-thinking fish
erman thought of the idea of using
a spear. A poor marksman, who
got tired of losing spear after
spear, probably added the idea of
attaching a vine to the spear so
that it could be rescued—and in
this fashion perhaps was the har
poon suggested.
The Egyptians are believed to
be the first to take to line fishing,
most likely using strong vines to
which some object was attached
as bait to lure the fish. As there
were no hooks in those days, the
angler waited until the fish had
completely swallowed the bait,
them pulled in both vine and fish.
The Egyptians later invented
crude hooks of bone and as years
went by fishermen made their
hooks of ivory, bronze, iron and
finally steel. Even with strong
hooks, fish still managed to get
away, so someone in our more
modem age came up with the idea
of putting a reverse barb on the
hook to prevent the fish from slip
ping off. It helped, but strangely
enough, we’re still hearing tall
stories about the big one that got
away.
For some unexplainable reason,
the fish that got away is always
the biggest in the pond and every
fisherman hopes somedav to catch
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REV. ROBERT H. HARPER
RESURRECTION
Tolstoy wrote a bock about a
high-bom young Russian who be
trayed the sweetheart of his child
hood. But there came an awaken
ing to him and henceforth he
strove to save a broken woman
condemned to Siberia and dedi
cated his life to the poor of Rus
sia. And Tolstoy called the book
Resurrection.
And resurrection it was in the
life of the man of whom the story
tells. To make a black heart white
is resurrection. Such is the blessed
case when a lecherous man of a
thousand sins becomes a Christian
gentleman through faith in the
risen Lord. It was resurrection
that made the Scarlet Letter of
Hawthorne's story at last to shine
on a field sable no longer as the
brand of shame but as the em
blem of honor and love.
So, while we may rejoice in the
hope of the after life and of re
union beyond the grave, when
we shall see “those angel facet
smile, which we have loved long
since and lost awhile, ,r the prime
fact of the Easter mom is resur
rection from sin.
Thus, while men come from
every quarter before the great
white throne, without the shackles
of sense, the grandest spectacle
will be that of the redeemed, who
have washed their robes and made
them white in the blood of the
Lamb, joining in his 'praise, led
by the four and twenty elders,
casting down their golden crowns
around the glassy sea.
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The new Men’s Dormitory on the College Campus is
indicative of the growth of a fine institution, dedicat-
ed to Service, through its Religious and Cultural pro-
grams, to Church, Commnnity and State.
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The South Carolina National Bank, another rapid
ly growing institution, dedicated to serving the Bank
ing needs of the people of this Community and State,
extends its Sincerest Congratulations to Newberry
College during the celebration of its One Hundredth
Anniversary.
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