Famous Girl Pitcher
The Logansport Reporter, Logansport, Ohio, October 30, 1907
FAMOUS GIRL PITCHER WAS
BORN TO PLAY BASEBALL
She Says She Is Less Afraid to Pitch a Base Ball
Game with Thousands Watching Every Move Than
She Is to Talk with Strangers
Miss Alta Weiss, girl pitcher and the only real feminine star in the base ball world, is a believer in subtle muscle.
"You don't have to be 'knotty' to be strong," said the little twirler. "Muscle should not obtrude itself until needed."
As she spoke, Miss Weiss, who is only seventeen, and much resembles the average schoolgirl in her love of chocolate creams, flexed her right arm till fine, steel-like tendons could just be seen under the satin skin.
That famous put-her-across-the-plate-every-time right arm, differs little from the arm of any other schoolgirl on the surface.
There are no ugly bumps or Rocky Mountain ranges to spoil the symmetry of the Alta Weiss arm. Slender and round at the wrist swells into fuller beauty in the forearm and measures no more than the average at the biceps.
But touch that shapely member and you understand why Miss Weiss, a slight, slender schoolgirl, can pitch a game and come out fresh and smiling at the end.
"I was born to play ball," said Miss Weiss. "I have loved it since I was big enough to hold a ball in my fingers. Throwing [unreadable word], and sending a ball swiftly across the plate is as much a fine art to me as dabbling in paints or modeling sticky clay. I get as much enjoyment out of a game well played as a musician does out of a successful concert."
There is something wholesome and vigorous about Alta Weiss that marks her as an outdoor girl. She speaks in a crisp, vigorous tone, utterly unlike the usual girlish treble — every movement is quick and sure and eloquent with life.
"I'm a country girl, you know," she continued, "and my athletic training began when I had to take care of the horses and help with the chores. Of course, since my parents decided to let me pitch, I have taken up gymnasium work and can notice the improvement."
"I'm father's boy," she laughed. "We are three girls at home, one older and one younger than myself, and I know my father would have liked a son. I'm trying to make it up to him."
"People often ask me if I'm not frightened when I go out on the diamond to pitch with thousands staring from the grand stand and bleachers. Well, I'm not. I feel less timidity than on the street, or meeting and talking to strangers."