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THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
Monday
April 13, 1987
Vol. 97, No. 131
(USPS 650-640)
Published since 1889 by the students of the University of Kansas
Kansas House, Senate recess
By CHRISTOPHER HINES Staff writer
The state Legislature took a two and a half week recess Friday without finishing some of its homework, including several bills concerning money and programs for the University of Kansas.
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FICTION
Peanuts slides home
By Rob Knapp
wow believe me when I tell you, I never see nothing like it. And when you think about all I seen, you know I'm saying something.
This was back in the good years, when this old body was good for something aside from sitting on the porch and telling stories. We'd spend all day traveling or playing, and the nighttime was left for a whole lot more than sleeping. Those was the good years, and don't let no history books or nothing tell you otherwise.
I told you about the team I played for, you heard about them before. And I'm telling you, we didn't have no fancy name like "Dodgers" or "Yankees" or "Monarchs." Didn't need no name. When people seen us rolling into their town in those two beat-up old cars, they knew who it was. We was the best, and everybody in every town up and down the state knew它.
Anyway, there was this boy on our team name of Peanuts, Peanuts Morrison. You heard of him? Ah, I've told you about him. Anyway, Peanuts was the best second baseman ever, and anybody that seen him play would sit here next to me and tell you the same to your face.
Some folks said Peanuts was the fastest man God ever saw fit to make. He was so fast he could flip off the light switch and be in bed before the room got dark. I wouldn't doubt it, neither, but I never seen it for myself. We'd do our traveling in the warm months, which was most of the year, and we'd all sleep in the cars to
Peanuts was a quiet little guy, didn't make a whole bunch of stir about nothing, but he always had a little smile to let everybody know there wasn't nothing wrong with him. Most of the guys on the team, myself included, was loud and rowdy and tended to get into some trouble now and then, but Peanuts played it straight, and nobody took nothing away from him for it.
So one afternoon we worked into some little town, don't know exactly when 'cause my memory's getting a dark little in spots. We rolled into this little town name of Chesterfield. I think. The cars slowed down, and some of us got out and started walking alongside, of making our own little parade so folks would know we was in town. Folks started to come out and watch us roll by, and the little children ran around in the dust hollering, "Look, Mama, it's a ball team!"
save money, so there wasn't never any light switch for Peanuts to flip at bedtime
I take a look up at Peanuts, and he's not smiling. He's looking kind of nervous, and he keeps looking around like some kind of big bird is gonna sneak up on him and carry him off.
I said, "Peanuts, whatsamatter with you? These folks is glad we're here. We're gonna have a big crowd tomorrow."
Peanuts looked at me, and his eyes looked big enough to pop out of his head and roll away on their own.
I said okay, and we walked our way to the town square. Wip Washington, he was our pitcher and one of the cars was his, and Bunk Bradley talked around 'til they got us a game set up. Bunk was third baseman and business manager. He never let nobody get the best of him, and what little money we made was mostly thanks to him. Bunk could've sold overcoats to the Devil in July.
The dark came down quick like a black cat off the rooftops, and we sent the children home to their mothers. Whip said he wanted to work on his car for a while, so we went off looking for an evening meal.
There was some handshaking, and they set the game for noon the next day. Most of the folks went back home and such, and we stayed in the square and played a little catch and some pepper. Some of the little children stayed to watch, and we let them whip throw the Rosseau Rocket, the fastest fastball on all the civilized continents. Whip called it the Rosseau Rocket 'cause he was from Rosseau, Louisiana, and 'cause he figured it could probably get to the moon if he threw it in the right direction.
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you gotta promise not to tell."
the lame dance for joy. We was at a place like that in Chesterfield, and I was making short work of hot chicken and dumplings when I seen Peanuts having the same and hardly getting the fork to his mouth. I was worried for the little guy, 'cause, you see, I kinda felt like I stood up for him. I was bigger than him, and if someone was picking on him, they'd answer to me. He was sort of my little brother.
Now don't be saying to your grandmother about her cooking 'cause I'm a lucky man and I wouldn't change her an inch from the way God made her, but there was some cooking we came across that could make the blind see and
So walking back, I said, "Peanuts, you're worrying me. Tell me what's bringing you so low."
He looked around and lagged us back behind the rest of the guys.
I said okay, but I didn't know what he could be hiding. Word tended to get around between 10 ballplayers riding around the state most of the year.
"Punch," he said, "I'm gonna tell you what I haven't told nobody. You gotta promise not to tell a soul."
Peanuts told me that the last time we'd played in Chesterfield, he'd found a lady friend. I patted him on the back and said good for him, 'cause Peanuts didn't have much of a time with the ladies, it didn't seem. He shushed me though, and told me some more.
He said he met this girl and they knew right away they liked each other, so they spent most of the evening together. Then she told him that she was the girlfriend of the Chesterfield pitcher and that he was away playing pool that night.
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