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weekly at Avalon, Santa Catalina Island, California. Avalon's official
containing the local news of this wonderful Island World. Official
of the Light Tackle Club, an organization of sea-angling sportsmen;
training field for the Chicago "Cubs" and Los Angeles "Angels•
Avalon: Year-round mecca for tourists and travelers.
Boating, bathing, golf, tennis, baseball, tiding, walking,
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WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 27, 1924 VOL. XI No. 7
SANTA CATALINA ISLAND: IN ALL THE WORLD NO TRIP LIKE THIS!
NOTABLE WEDDING HERE
OF HIGH A _RMY OFFICER
_ Miss Maud Ainsworth of Portland,
Oregon, and Major General Edwin
~urr Babbll, t Umted St~teSrAqr~Yetly.f t
Camp Lewis Washington we
If~arr~e.d Friday in the presence of a By Wayne K. Otto
~,v tmends, at the Rectory of St. Baseball Writer, Chicago Herald and
Catherine Church Avalon by the Rev Examiner
Ft. T. J. Corcora'n ' "
KILLEFER'S CHICAGO CUBS i WRITERS GET KICK FROM CHICAGO PAPER MEN GO
LIKELY IN PENNANT RACE CATALINA "BUCKETFISH" DEEP SEA FISHING HERE
By Harold Johnson By W. H. Becker
Chicago Evening American Of the Chicago News
Mi .... William Killefer, universally hailed
_ o5 ~unsworth is the daughter of as the "Best dressed manager in base-
the late Captain j. C• Ainsworth, a ball," and a strategist of the first
p~oneer and leader of the Pacific water, is absorbing the limelight at
wo°rr~hwest." One brother, J. C. Ains- Catalina these days, chiefly because all
S" ""' jr.,. ~s president of the United balldom is anxiously awaiting the out-
..rates Nat,onal Bank of Portland; the come of the Cubs' iong spring grind.
~ner, /-l. B. Ainsworth, is vice-presi- In major league circles it is an open
,~nt of Wells-Fargo Bank and Union secret that the fiery young Cubs pre-
~rust Company of San Francisco. Mrs. sent one of those uncertainties that
L" t~ Morgan of San Francisco and either promises to develop into highly
'o~ ~xngeles, and Mrs. Ralph Jenkins! charted TNT, or which may flivver
o~ Portland •
G , are s~sters, into a water-soaked fire cracker.
la-eneral Babbitt is the son of theHowever, the situation surrounding
at tet:ol. Lawrence Sprague Babbitt, the hustling youngsters of Killeferpre-
~"ungrandson of Bvt. Brig. General E. sents an enigma to even the oldest of
~" -aobitt also the ~randson -,~ h;~ ~h,. "; " " " m ~s trd
1~ -,- , '• o ....... i .... nstders. Going to h th
~lOmer s side of Bvt. Brig. General year as leader of Chicago's north side
'~zGrles McDougall. National League entry, Killefer now
S" eneral .Babbett went to the United'comes up with a young ball club that
,tares M21itary Academyfrom the typifies speed at its highest stage of
~errltory .of Washington,and was development, a pitching staffthat
~;raouated m 1884, came like a house afire last fall, an
As Brigadier General in the regular outfield that h~ts both offensive and
army he commanded the Fourth Field
Artillery Brigade of the Fourth Divi-
sion in the World War, and took part
in the Aisne--Marne, St. Mihiel and
Meuse-Argone offensive, and was
with the army of occupation in Ger-
many. He received the distinguished
service medal from his own govern-
ment~ and ~hat of officier of the French
Legion of"Hon6;: ~or his services in
'tfi'at .....
b war. General Babbitt is a mem-
er of the following patriotic societies:
i~merlean Revolution, Aztec Club, Mil-
tary Order of the Loyal Legion, Vet-
erans of Foreign Wars, American Le-
gion and Military Order of the World
War..
General Babbitt at present com-
mands the Third Division of regularsl
with headquarters at Camp Lewis,
Washington.
General and Mrs. Babbitt will be at
home at Camp Lewis after March 15.
,, Caught Napping
,,~ Uncle Louis," said little Eleanor,
f~c~ you know that a baby that was
..L~ on elepnant's milk gained twenty
vuunlas i ~ ,Lar~**b ~"
"N n .......
U- onsense! Impossiblel exclaimed
nCle LO " " • ,,
.... ms. Whose baby was it ?
H. s~e elephant's baby," remarked lit-
"'~ mleanor.--Everybody's Magazine.
defensive power, and a catching staff
second to none.
At Catalina these days Reindeer
Bill is mapping out a campaign to ce-
ment the breaches of his inner defense.
And if he is successful, ninety percent
of the major league critics will lay
down their Ingersols, or last year's gal-
lushes, that the Cubs will be in the
pennant scrap.
This,isn't an eulogy of Killefer. In
fact, it s supposed to be sort of a re-
view. But any follower of that club
can comprehend the gigantic task Kil-
lefer undertook and accomplished by
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s~mply looking at the team s personne
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three years ago, and then lookmg at ~t
today. Slipping veterans, devoid of!
speed, slowing down with the stick
and generally clogging up any sem-
blance of a versatile offensive, made
up the club when Bill stepped in.
But he ripped the team to pieces,
sent Bobby Wallace and Ivory Jack
Doyle scurrying through the bushes
and loaded up with green, untried, but
promising timber.
By way of:interest to Catalina fans,
John McGraw paid the team its great-
est tribute just before the Giants
whirled west last fall on the final in-
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There was blood in his eye and rage That fishing party, of which Harold
in his heart when "Bucket Bill" Beck- DeKalb Johnson of the "American,"
er, the juvenile angler, returned from Gus Axelson of the "Journal," A. T.
his initial cruise to the Seal Rock fish- Packard of the "Post" and I were
ing banks. This virile youth, until last members, was a complete :success.
week a total stranger to Catalina, had Nothing could be wanting in the wea-
been the victim of a deep-dyed con- they, and the amount of deep sea fish
spiracy cooked up by two ancient we caught was satisfactory to all.
geezers, themselves Charter Members Of course, there were several annoy-
of the National Society of Green Peas. ing things that happened to mar our
The venerable blokes, en tour with pleasure at times, but on the whole,
Bill Killefer's bristling Cubs, had scar- considering the three amateur fisher-
cely alighted in Avalon when they cast men who accompanied me, a good time
about for ways and means to obtain was had by all, as the saying goes.
volumes of publicity such as Squire Fish Johnson, in nay opinion, proved
Windle's estimable Islander had con- to be the most annoying. Why in the
/erred upon those illustrious scribbling world they call him "fish" is beyond
deans, Messrs. "Chick" MacLean, "T-my compreheuson. He simply drove
Bone" Otto, "Gaff" Sullivan, S!r Henry Captain Eaton mad with his questions,
"What to do in order to gain fame the trees were doing in the water, and
in Avalon ?" queried the aged arrivals,
stroking their gorgeous beards. Each
was gripped by an all-consuming de-
sire to be properly presented before
the palpitating populace.
Glimpsing the photographic hall of
fishing fame at Captain Eaton's head-
quarters on the pier, they were stung
by the hunch bug.
"Caramba!" growled the Terrible
Swede (in private life Gustave William
Axelson), "we'll catch a tuna and have
our pictures posted on the pier. Next
summer a million people will know all
about us."
"By George, old trooper, you're an
intellectual giant," responded the other
owner of a set of creaking bones,
whom we have nick-named "Wheat-
cakes" Packard, alias the Hole-in-one-
kid. "Only a brain like your's could
act in such a crisis."
And, pronto! They sallied forth,
leading "Bucket Bill," their little boy
comrade, by the hand, to pry Captain
Eaton loose from a soul-set of dom-
inoes.
The scene shifts to Seal Rock, with
the two men and their playmate grip-
ping reels provided by the weather-
beaten skipper. An hour; two hours
passed, with the juvenile of the trio
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when we told him it was kelp and not
trees he had to know its use in the
commercial world. Every time a bird
flew by he shouted to the skipper to
stop the boat so he could get a good
look at it. If he failed to recognize it
---and he failed nearly alI the time--he
pounced upon us for an eulogy, with
which we had to supply him.
When Packard sighted an eagle
Johnson insisted upon alighting on the
mainland and dfimbing his way to the
crag upon which the American bird
rested peacefully. "Just to get a close-
up of it" was the way he explained his
barbaric impulse. It was only by
force that we dissuaded him from car-
rying out his desire, and it was with a
sigh of relief that we saw th'e boat'
headed away from shore.
Our troubles, however, were not
over. When Harold threw over his
line he was as excited as a youngster
wearing his first pair of long trousers.
Why, he was so nervous he almost
wrecked the rod! We cooled him
down in a jiffy, but our moments of
quiet were few. As soon as the bait
struck bottom he felt the pole jerk in
his hand, and immediately began to
rewind his reel. Perspiration glistened
on his noble forehead as he pulled up
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