Lefty Locke Pitcher-Manager
Lefty Locke Pitcher-Manager
By Burt L. Standish
2 Feb, 2021
Lefty Locke gave the man a look of surprise. The soft, bright moonlight was shining full on Weegman’s face, and he was chuckling. He was always chuckling or laughing outright, and Locke had grown tired of it. It was monotonous.
“What do you me
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Lefty Locke gave the man a look of surprise. The soft, bright moonlight was shining full on Weegman’s face, and he was chuckling. He was always chuckling or laughing outright, and Locke had grown tired of it. It was monotonous.
“What do you mean?” the pitcher asked. “Tinware for Kennedy! I don’t believe I get you.”
Weegman snapped his fingers; another little trick that was becoming monotonous and irritating. “That’s poor slang perhaps,” he admitted; “but you’ve been in the game long enough to understand it. Collier is going to tie the can to old Jack.” Less