Bob Addy, who was one of the best of the lot, was a good, hard hustling player, a good base runner and a hard hitter.

He was as honest as the day is long and the last that I heard of him he was living out in Oregon, where he was engaged in running a tin shop.

He was an odd sort of a genius and quit the game because he thought he could do better at something else.
"Cherokee" Fisher was originally a Philadelphian, but after the disbandment of the Rockford Club he came to Chicago, securing a place in the Fire Department, where he still runs with the machine.

He was a good man in his day and ranked high as a pitcher.
Charles Fulmer was a fair average player.

He, too, drifted out of the game in the early '70s, and the last that I knew of him he was a member of the Board of Aldermen in the Quaker City.
Scott Hastings, the regular catcher, was a fair all-around player, but by no means a wonder.