Coveleski won three games for the Philadelphia National League club from the Giants back in 1908, when one of these contests would have meant a pennant to the New York club and possibly a world's championship. That was the season the fight was decided in a single game with the Chicago Cubs after the regular schedule had been played out. Coveleski was hailed as a wonder for his performance. Just after the season closed, "Tacks" Ashenbach, the scout for the Cincinnati club, now dead, and formerly a manager in the league where Coveleski got his start, came to McGraw and laughed behind his hand. "Mac," he said, "I'm surprised you let that big Pole beat you out of a championship. I can give you the prescription to use every time that he starts working. All you have to do is to imitate a snare drum." "What are you trying to do--kid me?" asked McGraw, for he was still tolerably irritable over the outcome of the season. "Try it," was Ashenbach's laconic reply. The result was that the first game Coveleski started against the Giants the next season, there was a chorus of "rat-a-tat-tats" from the bench, with each of the coachers doing a "rat-a-tat-tat" solo, for we decided, after due consideration, this was the way to imitate a snare drum. We would have tried to imitate a calliope if we had thought that it would have done any good against this pitcher. "I'll hire a fife and drum corps if the tip is worth anything," declared McGraw. "Rat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat!" came the chorus as Coveleski wound up to pitch the first ball. It went wide of the plate. "Rat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat!" it was repeated all through the inning. When Coveleski walked to the Philadelphia bench at the end of the first round, after the Giants had made three runs off him, he looked over at us and shouted: "You think you're smart, don't you?" "Rat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat!" was the only reply. But now we knew we had him. When a pitcher starts to talk back, it is a cinch that he is irritated. So the deadly chorus was kept up in volleys, until the umpire stopped us, and then it had to be in a broken fire, but always there was the "Rat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat!" When Coveleski looked at McGraw coaching on third base, the manager made as if to beat a snare drum, and as he glanced at Latham stationed at first, "Arlie" would reply with the "rat-a-tat-tat." The team on the bench sounded like a fife and drum corps without the fifes, and Coveleski got no peace. In the fourth inning, after the game had been hopelessly lost by the Philadelphia club, Coveleski was taken out. We did not understand the reason for it, but we all knew that we had found Coveleski's "groove" with that "rat-a-tat-tat" chorus. The man who had beaten the New York club out of a pennant never won another game against the Giants.