"Anyway, when I walked in the door, Bill Bradley said, 'Hello, Big
Leaguer. I understand that the boss wants to sign you up.'
"'Not me,' I said. 'He wouldn't pay me as much as I already make with the ice cream company.'
"'You know,' said Charlie Carr, 'I manage the Indianapolis Club.'
"'I know that,' I said. After all, everybody knew that!
"'How would you like to sign with me?' Charlie said with a smile.
"'You're in the minor leagues,' I replied. 'If a major league club won't pay me what I want, how could you do it?'
"'How much do you want?' he wanted to know.
"I took a deep breath and then answered, 'Two hundred a month.'
"'Wow!' he said. 'You want all the money, don't you?'
"'No,' I told him. 'But you want a good pitcher, don't you?'