Good read, thanks for posting. Man, those were rougher, more colorful times.
In May 1932, a taxicab pinned him against a pillar, breaking one of his legs and sending him to the hospital. Hobbling about on crutches, he tried to return to the dugout but was soon replaced by Jimmy Mars, an ambitious youngster who ran away from his Chicago home as soon as he heard about the mascot vacancy.
Also, I think Happy Felsch must have been rubbing the kid's lump all wrong. He was banished from baseball with the rest of the Black Sox shortly thereafter.