Adventure Magazine Cover, October 1911 — page 109: what you’re looking at

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wee ROFESSIONAL baseball, much 3 less the bush-league variety, had never been the goal of Jack Pen- nington’s ambition; but a seem- ingly inherent distaste for Virgil and higher mathematics, combined with superior ac- quired skill in the art of warping a horsehide covered sphere over a rubber pentagon had lighted the beacon of destiny. The wrath of an irate parent fanned the torch. For, on learning that his only son, for whose educational advancement he had spent money cheerfully and with an open hand, had been dropped a year at col- lege, old Gardiner Pennington, rich alarm- clock manufacturer, escaped by a narrow margin indeed an apoplectic stroke that might have been fatal. The ensuing interview between father and son was of a most unpleasant nature. Plac- ing the blame for the boy’s failure wholly upon baseball, Pennington, Senior, made the grim announcement that no more money should be wasted in sending him to college; either he could enter the clock factory as an unskilled workman at eight dollars a week and learn the business from the bottom up, or get out and hustle for himself. Although in some degree he was like his gentle, refined mother, whom he could barely remember, Jack was a Pennington at bottom, having inherited sufficient of the spirit which had enabled Gardiner Penning- ton to fight his way upward from a poor inventor at twenty-three to become a wealthy manufacturer at fifty. If the boy regretted his hasty choice of the latter alternative, he was not the sort to let it become known. Directly following the game in which he had pitched for his college against the “‘In- dians”’ of the Big League, but lately arrived North after Spring training in a more balmy clime, Pennington had been ap- proached by the manager of the profes- sionals, who, secretly in need of twirlers, had offered him a try-out. But the college pitcher had laughed at Dugan’s overtures, turning him down flatly. Cast upon his own resources, following the break with his father, the young man had bethought himself of Dugan’s offer, not, however, with even the remotest idea of taking up baseball as a permanent career. Seldom has a raw cub so quickly ob- tained his opening in fast company. ‘The season had been cold and wet and, with his entire firing staff carrying lame arms swathed in flannels, Dugan sent the colle- gian on to the mound three days after Pen- nington joined the team. Pitted against the Gazelles, the youngster surely had his work ‘“‘cut out for him,” but perfect support in the early periods pulled him out of the bad holes without serious damage being done. As his natural nerv- ousness wore off and his confidence re- turned, he settled down into his best form and held the Gazelles runless and almost hitless in the last six innings. Pennington had chosen to appear on the batting order under a fictitious name, but there were baseball reporters who had seen I055 CO MICLOOKS (©