of shoe which you can handle and control the best and the hold which comes most natural to you and with which you can pitch a shoe the most successfully. Then keep your attention strictly, on the game while pitching, your eye on the stake you hope to ring, your muscles in good working order and practice regularly. You can never become a good ringer pitcher unless you think ringers and try your best to pitch a ringer with every shoe you throw. Practice makes perfect in the horseshoe game as well as in any other sport.

     At last an appendicitis preventive is announced. The information is only about twenty-five or thirty years too late-that is, to save several thousand appendixes from the surgeon's knife-but that may be dismissed with the time-honored glibness of better late than never."
     The preventive is horseshoes - horseshoe pitching, or ''slipper-slamming," to use the jazzy slang of the slipper lanes. The discovered and announcer is Frank Jackson, sixty-five-year-old veteran of many a hotly contested battle between the iron pegs, who is now in the Sunshine City and still tossing the shoes, as frisky as a three- year-old if we may use an equine figure of speech to conform to
the subject. It is remarkably fitting that Mr. Jackson should make the announcement in St. Petersburg, the hub of the horseshoe universe and the scene of the winning and losing of many national crowns. Mr. Jackson has been in almost daily action in the horseshoe lanes here on week-days for many years during the winter season. He brings out the interesting fact that many of the slammers are about as old as he is and several of them older, that few of them have ever been sick a whole day at a time in all their lives and not on of them has lost his appendix. The answer is horseshoe pitching, says Mr. Jackson. He declares that he has never known a horseshoe pitcher who has suffered from appendicitis. Jubilantly he paraphrases: "A game a day will keep appendicitis away.
     What a boon the Sunshine City is to these healthy, vigorous horseshoe sports! Those who do not live here the year around can play during the summer back home, but for several months during winter horseshoe pitching would not be much of a Pastime up there, with the shoes cold enough to stick to bare hands. So they come to the Sunshine City and play all during the winter months and added to the healthfulness of the game is the healthfulness of the climate and the life-renewing sunshine.
     Are horseshoes lucky? Ask the gray-haired youngsters in the lanes at Waterfront park. They will tell the bob-haired world that horseshoes are lucky! -- Editorial in St. Petersburg Evening Independent, Jan. 23, 1928.