HELE ball player fellows all seem to be intent on smash ing the eye which hatches the golden goose. Harry B Sallee, the Cardinal southpaw, is one of the latest additions to the ranks of the golf fiends, “Slim” i about the last home one would dream of as becom ing a wolfomaniac but, according to the latest reports, he has had a bad attack and there is little hope of recovery. Listen to the old gypsy’s warning, oh ye #tare of the diamond: “Some of these days you'll find that the fans, following your example, will be so busy playing the royal Scottish game that they won't have time to go to the ball yard or bother their beans about scores, rep, and then where will you get off? According to the vital statistics of Higgingport, .. the celebrated Slim Was born there 31 years ago today, Feb. 3, 1885. There he grew to a height of six feet and three inches, when something happened to stunt his altitu dinous development. Slim started his professional career in Meridian, Mias., where our old friend Josh Devore also debutted. He has been pitching baf filing ball for the Cardinals since 1908, and age has not withered his infinite variety of puzzling curves, Sal is the patriarch of the Cards in point of servi ce, Sallee is not one of those guys who is without honor in his own neighbor hood. Higginsport looks upon him as its greatest son and once manifested its gratitude to Sallee for being born there by electing him sheriff, or dog catcher, or something. Before he took up wolf his favorite pastime was to drive a wagon through the streets of St. Louis, selling cantaloupes. The citizens and citizennesses were highly ears of this democratic stunt of the great man and bought liberally.