He was a very little fellow, with an unusual amount of speed, and the endurance of an Indian pony.

As a batter he was only fair, but as a fielder in his position he was remarkable, being as quick as a cat and as plucky as they made them.
A sort of an all-around sport was Larry, and a boxer of no mean ability.
I remember a set-to that he had one night in the old club house with Hugh Nichols, in which he all but knocked Hughy out, greatly to that gentleman's surprise, as he had fancied up to that time that he was Corcoran's master in the art of self-defense.
After his release by the Chicago Club he drifted back East, where he pitched for a time in some of the minor leagues.

Later on he was given another trial by the Chicagos, but his work proved unsatisfactory, he having outlived the days of his usefulness in the pitching line.

After that he again went East, where he died several years ago.
Fred Goldsmith, the other pitcher, was a great big, over-grown, good-natured boy, who was always just a-going to do things that he never did.

He, too, came from the East, and was, I believe, pitching for the Tecumseh, Canada, Club when he signed with us.
He was the possessor of a great slow ball and was always cool and good-natured.