The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-07-07
NORA KEEPS THE SCORE.
BASE BALL as 1T APPEARS FROM
A WOMAN'5 STANDPOINT.

! cort-Hardly Conversant With the
Game-Pop, Short Sleeves, Perspire-
ton and Yelling-How She Kept the
| Score.
From the CHICAGO Tribune.
went to the park Saturday afternoon to
see the game between the Pirates and the
visitors from Boston. In spite Of the heat
was feeling pretty exhilarated. Ny escort
was perfectly lovely going out on the State
street cable, and treated me the way a
woman of any self-respect likes to be
treated, as if had a soul above lawn-tennis.
He took it for granted that | knew a thing
or two and talked base ball till he made me
| sick. | couldn't make head or tail out of
it, but | kept my head still and smiled at
| the right time aud determined to learn all
about 1t by listening.
He didn't find me out until afterward.
| When he dido Well, I'm going to tell you
| Just how he acted, the hateful thing.
"It's some satisfaction TO take girl who
knows something about the game. Know
how to keep a score cardP'
| 80. yesm l answered gllbly. But my
heart was clear down in my heels. What
was a score card anyhow
That's right. A woman who can't keep
the score ought to have a collection taken
Il think so, too, | said, family.
| He got me a reserved seat, a fan, a glass
of Zoe water and a score card, which he
opened for me, sharpened my pencil, in
quired if the weather was hot enough, and
peeled off his coat without apologizing for
| the liberty.
Nov, il I'd brought some girls out here
l should have had TO swelter all the after
noon" he remarked comfortably. "But of
course you, being up in the etiquette Of
these things, understand"
Certainly" said but in such chilly
way that he stared, That was only the
beginning.
There they come"
| "Whop
1.-THE pirates-the Chicago nine"
THE nine-pirates. Why they were
gods"
Say, don't get funny. The weather's too
hot. But guess they are gods by the way
they're worshiped here. You're pretty
deep"
Well should think was was about
nine fathoms deep at that moment and
| houndered about helplessly.
| "Rah, whoop, ki-yi," yelled the crowd.
| Every man was on his feet.
There come some more dressed in
| blue
That's the Boston club
| 'Are there always eighteenl"
He looked at me in an odd sort of way and
| laughed.
SAY, you can guy fellow in the solemn
| est way ! ever saw! Get your score card
ready. Chicago has the first inning"
why, there is only enc Chicago man, the
one with the bat. Chicago has an outing, |
should say"
Look here, punning isn't allowable"
PLAY BALI" yelled a man with wire rat
trap over his head.
looked at my score card diligently. It
might just as well have been in Greek.
! Clear across the top ran number, then ABB. ,
R, 1B., SB, SH., PO., A., E. The names
of the players were arranged along one side
and the page was divided into checker board
squares.
Say, those squares are just the same
sizs as those in my new shepherd check
gown, remarked.
Huh p said my escort. please don't
talk; Dutty's doing some tall playing"
who's Duffyw
AT the bait" sevagely.
20, yes; and that fellow squeezing the in
sides out of ball is the pitcher. Uh, HUH
Is he trying to hit the bat7"
NOT HIS GAME.
"No he is not trying to hit the bat The
bat is try ing to hit the ball, j" in an exasper-
ating first-reader voice.
Pretty soon the batsmau struck the ball
and ran, o, just little piece, down to the
first corner, but he acted as if he thought
he had only two seconds to do it in, and the
crowd howled and peeled off more coats
Its positively wicked and tempting
Providence to run so fast on such a hot day.
| And gentlemen always keep their coats on.
no matter where they arel o, please don't
| put yours on just because l have a prejudice
| in favor of coats"
"Well, l guess mott" contemptuously
49,
Seer
Eyes, seew looked at my escort and
said to myself that | was very glad | had
come with him, because by that means |
| found out what brute he was. And he
was always so nice to me before.
Out, out, outT yelled the crowd. Ny
companion got on his feet and yelled "Out p
until pulled him down and looked at him
| reproachfully.
| "You make me weary" he said in dis
| gusted tone.
| And you are making spectacle of your
self. Please remember that you are with a
lady" | answered, severely. "What did
they put him out for? am sure he tried
| just as hard as the other fellow"
| Eyes But he couldn't make it."
| "Well, l think that failure is punishment
enough. They might have let him try it
| over again"
Here comes Comiskey. He's pretty
great"
us that all they do-just knock balls and
runW
He looked at me with such a wearied air
that | got anxious.
Il am afraid that you are not we'll
wouldn't miss the game for anything on
earth, but if you are i'll We must go home. s"
40, no. Pm not sickl And you are en-
joying it so, too" in the hatefullest tone
ever heard. with nasty, sarcastic laugh at
the end.
felt hurt and wouldn't speak to him
again, but just watched the idiotlc running
and ball-knocking. | found out that when
a White Stocking went clear around the
diamond the spectators howled their threats
into nutmeg graters.
Then l caught on to something and
Sawed wood" diligently, keeping an eve on
my friend.
Pretty good" he remarked. "Chicago
4 Why, your card is marked up-all
right. Say, 1 beg pardon. I began to think
you didn't know anything about ball"
Did you' Why, told you coming out
that did"
''Well, I'm sorry was rude. but it rattles
a man. He was in the most becomingly
humble frame of mind ! ever saw. He BE-
gan talking very fast about earned runs,