The sight for Barrett brought back happy memories and no doubt bother regrets to Chase, who was ostracized from baseball. After being outlawed, Chase drifted back to San Jose, Cal. but but couldn't break the habit that drove him out of the majors and soon found himself barred from parks in his native state. He drifted down to this section of the border after the Black Sox scandal and got by for a time with a team representing a town in a wildcat copper league. He made a living until the bottom dropped out of the copper mines. He couldn't return to California. The home folks looked upon him with askance, so he remained out here in the desert. He gets a CWA (Congress Works Administration) job now and then and washes automobiles in a Tucson garage at 50 cents a copy. With his wife he lives in tourist camps. "What was your biggest thrill in baseball?" Barrett asked him. One would think it would have come to Prince Hal when he was knocking 'em out of their seats (in the major leagues). But it didn't. "Oh, I guess the day I caught a bunt single off Doc Strub¹s bat while I was in college," said Chase. And he related the story that the wealthy Dr. Charles Strub frequently tells on himself. "How old are you Hal?" inquired Barrett. "Forty-six" replied Chase. They again shook hands. The tramp who was once Prince Hal shuffled out into the blazing desert sun. "Why, only the other day he told me he was 48," said the local sports writer. "Well, I happen to know that he's 51," said Barrett. "Even though he is down and out, he's still Hal." Grayson also remarked... "Chase was a pleasing personality. Speaking with him you would not suspect that he would do what he did. He had no moral sense; toyed with the laws of baseball, was suspected and caught. Hal Chase was a rogue whose genius carried him through to big things against a handicap that would have carried an ordinary criminal to silent obloquy."