The Stratton Story Page #3

- Thank you, Mother.

And don't you worry, Mrs. Stratton,

I'll take good care of him.

Let him take care of himself.

Good night, Son.

You've got one big leaguer

in the family already.

Get in there with the pitchers

and warm up your arm.

Shouldn't we be meeting Mr. Dykes?

Oh, you let me worry about that, will you?

Go ahead. Go ahead.

- Is it okay?

- Sure. Go ahead.

Where did the little man

get all that speed?

- Just get here?

- Yes, sir. My name's Stratton.

- Lyons is mine.

- Well, I'm glad to know you, Mr. Lyons.

How are you?

Don't mind Eddie. He's caught

too many foul tips with his head.

Is that right?

That's the way to play it.

Come on now, Luke. Wrist out in front.

Make that bat go around in there.

Come on now.

Attaboy.

Come on, now. Come on, boy.

Red, who's that kid down there

in the leather jacket?

I don't know.

The best right-hand prospect

since Christy Mathewson.

Oh, no! Not Barney Wile again.

Jimmy, my boy,

haven't seen you in some time.

- Not since last spring.

- That's right.

- Did you bring that kid out here?

- You bet I did.

- I want you to have first crack at him.

- Thanks.

He's got everything.

I've been working with him all winter long.

Who supplied the hooch?

Oh, no, no, Jimmy, I haven't had a drop

since I first saw the boy.

Listen, son, Barney's probably filled

your head with a lot of cockeyed ideas.

But I can't waste time

with every kid he digs up.

- What, are you... You Mr. Dykes?

- That's right.

Oh, Jimmy, you can't do this.

Barney, how many times have I told you

not to bother me this way?

I'm sorry I busted in on you, mister.

Oh, that boy's hitched

and walked miles to get here, Jimmy.

- Pretty good control for a young pitcher.

- Watch him throw a couple.

Monty.

Monty, don't go running away like this.

- Country! Country!

- Monty, he means you.

Heads up!

Eddie, let me have that glove, will you?

Come on, Country. Throw me a couple.

Yeah, come on, Monty, get your coat off.

Burn them in, boy.

My, my.

Some stuff, eh, Jimmy?

Come on, you.

He really breaks them off, doesn't he?

Now let's have your fastball.

- Nice play, Walt.

- Down the line.

Maybe you better work out awhile.

Keep him around. He may have something.

- But for Pete's sake, get him a haircut.

- Sure, Jimmy, sure.

- In five minutes.

- Okay.

- You get four for one?

- That's all there is to it, buddy.

Hey, Luke.

How would you like a date for tonight?

Fine. I'll go ask my wife if it's okay.

But I'm in a spot. My date for tonight

has some hick gal from Omaha with her

and I can't even afford one gal,

let alone two.

How about loaning me $10?

Shove off, rookie,

you're in me for $20 already.

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