"I wouldn't have broken into the game again," he declared, "but I felt that I couldn't stand by and hear the Johnson coterie putting over their sweeping challenges. It was all right to challenge the crowd, but when all the soldiers of the A. E. F. were included I figured it was up to me to register a kerplunk for the Q.M. Johnson would have been champion yet if he hadn't tried to take in so much territory. I'm satisfied to be champion, and let it go at that. But if there's anyone else who wants the title he can have it--unless there's something substantial in it." Which indicates there may be something doing, as report has it that the doughboys don't intend to let the Q.M. man walk off with the championship. ---- A PINCH HITTER IN KHAKI. ---- Lank used to be something of a baseball player. In fact he's still on the rolls of a certain National League club and back in 1914 it was Lank's mighty swatting that won the world's championship for his team. Next to General Pershing himself and a few other generals, Lank is about the most popular soldier in France. When his regiment--once of the National Guard--comes swinging down the pike the sidelines are jammed with other soldiers who crane their necks to get a peek at him. Lank always carries the colors. He's now color-sergeant. "So that fella's Lank, the great ball player," you can hear one doughboy say to another. "Well, I'll be doggonned. Looks just like any other soldier, don't he?" "What you expect to see?" will ask a soldier who has worshipped Lank's batting average for lo! these many years. "Didja expect to see a fella wearin' a baseball uniform and carryin' a bat over his shoulder? Sure, that's Lank. Hello, Lank, howja like soldiering?" Lank will look out of the corner of his eye and then, sure that no officer is looking, reply out of the corner of his mouth: "We're on to the Kaiser's curves, boys. We'll hit everything those Huns pitch for home runs. No strike outs in this game!" Lank is the life of his regiment. In his "stove league" this Winter he has organized all kinds of baseball leagues and next Spring he's going to lead a championship team against all soldier comers. If General Pershing isn't too busy Lank will try and get him to umpire some afternoon. ---- STRAY SHOTS. ---- So Grover Alexander has been drafted? Some squad is going to have a nifty hand grenade tosser to its credit, eh, what? ---- Wonder if John L., when he arrived at the pearly gates and St. Peter asked his name, gave his customary reply of, "Yours truly, John L. Sullivan?" If he did, we bet he walked right on in while the good saint was still trying to figure it out. ----