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February 27, 1924

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,SULT 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, fishing, marine gardens Unexcelled accommodations. 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 worr~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 " ' 1 s~mply looking at the team s personne I 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- (Continued on Page 7., Column 1) 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 (Continued on Page 2, Column 2) 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 (Continued on Page 11, Column 3)