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nullThe Tan ManThe Tan ManA fashionably tan man sat casually at the bat stand, lashing a handful of practice bats. The manager, a crabby old bag of bones, passed by and laughed, " You're about average, Jack. Can't you lash faster than that?" Jack had enough, so he clambered to his feet and lashed bats faster than any man had ever lashed bats.nullAs a matter of fact, he lashed bats so fast that he seemed to dance. The manager was aghast. "Jack, you're a master bat lasher!" he gasped. satisfied at last, Jack sat back and never lashed another bat.