"Run for this guy," instructed (Indianapolis Manager Pongo) Cantillion. "Go down when I tell yuh." In wonderment (Jack) Hendricks took the base. On the second pitch the manager yelled with all his lung power, "Beat it." Hendricks got up his best steam, but was intercepted twenty-five feet from the second sack by the baseman with the ball in his hands. He strode back to the bench, trying his best to avoid the awful eye of the irate Cantillion.=20 "You poor sucker," breathed the manager, with the deadliest venom, "I thought you could run bases." "Who told you I could run bases?" demanded Hendricks with spirit. "I never claimed to be a base runner." "Why you stole sixty-five bases in Spokane last year, didn't you?" "I stole only fifteen bases in Spokane last year," answered Hendricks, truthfully. "The record book says sixty-five, but that was a typographical error by the printer." - New York Times (08/18/1915, Printer Gave Him A Record)