In the Calgary Daily Herald, January 12, 1912, an account of the Western Canada League discussing ways to compile and disseminate statistics more quickly:
[Edmonton outfielder] Chesty Cox then threw out his chest, and after splattering a quart of Pay Roll juice on the office floor and muttering a few words about the benefit of cuspidors in all churches, he glued his eye on the writer he said…“It is not [league president] Eckstrom’s fault in most cases that the averages are not on deck at eight bells. The big leagues suffer from cramps over the averages and all presidents have their own troubles getting them out, but it is mostly the fault of the scorers. They neglect to send in the scores and the dope sheet is put on the hummer, and there is war in the camp.
“If you guys want to get the candy kids to send in their dope sheets right on the lick…you just provide each of them with a swell dame as an assistant. She could perch on his kneelers and tell him how ‘dear Chesty made home on a homer three times each game’ and how ‘Chan broke a hickory by beating the pill to the Macleod trail.” She could then accompany him to a swell hash at the Chink’s and in the gloaming warm up a chair at his desk, filling in the manuscript while the dub scorer slung out the necessary.”
I get the impression Chesty Cox would have been a fun guy to hang out with, just so you could hear him talk like this all the time.
Yes, there was actually a person named Chesty Cox. I looked it up, and I made sure not to do so from my work computer. I didn’t want to be responsible for what Google found.
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