Everett Scott

Biographical details

Portrait of Everett Scott Everett Scott,  Third Base Thatcher (1923)

“ The train reminded Jeff of an engine or hook and ladder truck of the city fire department ready to get away at a moment’s notice.
A warm glow of light came from the cupola and the more or less smudged windows of the “hack,” as Kelly had called the caboose, and Jeff knew that the wrecking crew, who lived in the train, in shifts day and night, week in and week out the whole year through, were inside card playing or reading or amusing themselves as husky railroad men do while awaiting word of trouble or a wreck that calls them out to clear the line.
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Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Everett Scott Everett Scott,  Third Base Thatcher (1923)

“ There was no restraint in this game and the passing became fast and furious, the heavy ball going around the circles with lightning swiftness and the fellows grunting each time they caught or passed the ball. So it kept up, the pace of passing growing faster and faster and faster, until all of the baseball candidates were perspiring freely. Indeed, the sweat was running down Jeff Thatcher’s face in trickles and he was panting with the exertion of the work-out. ”
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Everett Scott Everett Scott,  Third Base Thatcher (1923)

“ Still surprisingly calm, Thatcher maintained his position and calmly pushing Gould’s hand aside, said coldly:
“Don’t wave that dirty thing in front of me that way. Put it where it belongs. As for making me eat anything, you aren’t big enough or man enough to do it.”
“Why, you—you rotten Freshman. That means fight,” said Gould, now losing himself completely. He started to take off his overcoat.
Somehow Jeff Thatcher found great satisfaction in the turn of events. The word fight had a ring to it that brought joy to his soul.
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Source: Gutenberg

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