The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1891-11-23

Let your base ball mind revert to that
balmy day in the gladstone springtide long
ago. Ii was over ut Emeryville, where the
sunshine warped the beaeherS, Colonel,
and the dicky bird sang in the tall eucalyp-
tus. There were people there, Colonel,
yes, actually people, to see your young men
play and all the world looked bright to you.
Then you had a band, Colonel, brass
band of union musicians, who played
Little Annie Rooney, Pm Her Jay," and
other selections. There was also beer on
tap. 1t was an occasion long to be remem-
bered, Colonel, but somehow it seems to
have been entirely overlooked In the llght
of subsequent events. You know what they
are. First and foremost were those forty
nine young men who came at intervals to
join your team. They we're all suspected Of
being ball players, but it was never proved
against some of them. For instance, there
is Lawson, Fitzgerald, CrOuch-but why go
into these trifing details? The people
already know all about that.
Along with those fOrty-nine were those
SS75 65 worth OF kilograms you played
against fate In vain attempt to strike
winning streak. You often spoke about
those kilograms Colonel. and wore them out
carrying them around in your pockets TO
show to reporters in order TO escape adverse
criticism. But let that pass. You escaped
criticism and are still escaping it. These
are simply "reminiscences. Colonel.
However, with these kilograms and forty
nine ball players you pursued the even tenor
of your way through the eight weary
months just ended.
The grand finale occurred yesterday after
noon, Colonel, when you broke tile Califor-
mia record with five score and two out OF a
possible 147. Five score and two Is good,
Colonel, but you should have done even bet
ter with the opportunities you had with lip
by your side.
But how different the wind-up from the
start. instead of music by the band the
championship season OF 1891 died an inglO-
rious and untidy death TO the ever hopeful
wall of your own baZoo, Colonel, as you
histed hither and thlther. Don't give
up, Colonel, though you're not in it now.
Sign the statue of the Ball Thrower in Col
den Gate Park as a hOld-oVer nucleus for
next season and try your luck again il 1892.
HARVEY's EIGHTH DAY.
pop-fiy ball from the bat of 6. B0rchers
fell into The Outstretched fms of j. Sharp
late yesterday afternoon. There is nothing
particularly noteworthy in this incident ex-
cept that il j. Sharp had dropped the ball
the season of 1891 would have been pro-
longed yet little while longer. Luckily j.
Sharp closed down on the sphere, and now
the weary are at rest
SO is Harvey Blauyelt who was about as
weary as they get.
No one would ever have suspected that it
was the last game Of the season. There
was very little noise and only medium
sized audience.
Nothing was said about a pennant, and
there was no occasion for remarks on that
subject. San Jose won the pennant two
weeks ago, and the event is now matter of
ancient history. Few if any even thought of
She matter. They came merely from force
of habit to see the locals and Colonels put
on the finishing touches. So there were no
thrills. Oakland lost, as that team alone
can lose. and after it was over the Colonel
went to the Emeryv.lle park and cut notch
No. 100 in the old pennant pole Of two sea-
sons agone.
Harvey wriggled through the flag end of
his great undertaking with answering fix
edness of purpose and with little or no
speed. He seldom spoke or smiled. All
Harvey did was TO pitch out the string on
the eighth day OF his sojourn in the box.
BE did 1t well In the fist inning before he
could get his joints to work properly he gave
one base on balls. He WAS also hit for four
right smart hts, which gave the Colonies a
lead of five runs. Harvey simply sawed
wood
During the next eight innings the Colo
nels only got but two scratch hits off this
tired twirer. lie was as steady as poor
young man keeping company with an
heiress. and, though he worked nothing but
aslow gravity drop the Colonels couldn't
hit him. They got one more run in the
fifth.
Mr.. Borchers suffered severely in the box,
Dut as 1t was his last day on the job he prob
ably doesn't care much. Eighteen hits and
twelve runs was Frisco's share In the last
game of the season.
They had nothing until the third, when
they piled I'D six and kept improving from
that time on. Every man in the team got
his bat on the ball. Peoples record was two
triples and pair of singles out of five times
mp, and the little shortstop made some re-
markable ntops AID throws. Both teams
played a good fielding game Pete Sweeney
stirred up some enthusiasm by hard run
ming catch Of a foul fly and Dan Sweeney
and Cantillion accepted some hard chances
in center. Following is the score: