Los Angeles herald., 1892-05-15
HOT AFTER Home Runs
The Big League and the South
ern and Western at Work.
EVERY SIGN OF ALIvELY SEASON.

It Looks Now as If Baseball Had Re-
gained Its Lost Footing in the Minds
of Uncle Sans Subjects Gossip REM
iniscent and Otherwise.
They are off The Leaguers all got away
together in the cold and their younger
brethren in the western and southern cir
cults started from their respective marks
a few days later The eastern gentlemen
do not move quite so early. 1t is strange
what changes are wrought by the whirli-
gig of time. To escape a ten club sched-
ule and the consequent days OF enforced
idleness for at least two members of the
family, the National league in the early
spring of 1890 bade farewell to thousands
of dollars. Now the picture is presented
lin colors-of the joyous welcome of two
New England clubs into the Eastern
league, increasing the number of the elect
to ten. With such contracted circuit,
however the schedule condition that faced
the major body will not bother the east
ern folk.
Old Boreas was at bat in every one of
the six major League cities on inaugural
day, and despite the chilling blasts that
congealed the marrow in the bones of the
cranks in several of them, the champion
ship fight began under auspices that prom
Use well for the success of the game in it's
new era. For the first time on record the
west eclipsed the east in the point of open
ing day attendance, and that fact is ex-
planned by the margin in the tubes. The
mercury was dancing much lower in the
east than west, while there was no crying
need for straw hats and palm leaf fans in
the latter territory.
While the bands We're playing "Um-ta-
ra-da" all along the line, above the melo-
6ious notes sounded the wall of the victims
of the snickersnee. The gentlemen mag
mates are already out with axes amid the
have already been offered up as sacrifices
to the Goddess of Hope. Toledo, for
instance, gave the bewhiskered missionary
of the Maumee City-who led the Black
Pirates through field wet with their own
gore-his papers of dismissal long before
the day arrived for commencing real bust
ness Manager McGregor's engagement
was almost as excitingly brief as that of
Free" Brown, who once piloted the
Worcesters through a dozen stormy
engagements.
The sensational story of the betrayal of
Manager Barnie, the blue eyed war eagle
of the Chesapeake, aroused the cranks at
Washington before it had either been con-
firmed or denied. The noncommittal atti-
tude of the Wagners was taken as evil
dence of its truth. No man was more
popular in Baltimore than Mr.. Barnie, and
the farewell testimonial he received there
last fall was tribute of popular esteem of
which any man could we'll feel proud. If
Washington turns him down for Arthur
Irwin all Baltimore would welcome him
if place is open-with widespread arms.
There are several erstwhile famous man.
ayers out of the game this year. Sir Tom
LOTUS, w. H. McGunnigle and Robert H.
Leadley have joined the clan in retirement,
but whether temporary or permanent time
alone can tell
Only one little pennant doesn't go very
far among twelve rivals and there is room
for lots of disappointment this year.
II can figure out but one club that any
body has license to beat" said President
John T. Brush, of the Cincinnatis, to me;
but he did not reveal the weakling agree
ing with me in saying, land that one team
is likely to fool you"
"When team wins the manager is
great fellow, and when it loses, why, he is
no good, was the sage remark of Frank
c. Bancroft referring to the great race
."Ive managed tailenders and champions,
and am qualified to take the stand. Why,
the year the Providence Grays came out IN
front nothing was too good for me. 1t was,
'Bannie, old man, take this box of candy
home to your family or, Here is box of
Perfectos; smoke 'em on me- The cranks
rubbed elbows with me and jollied me up
as the greatest manager on earth. Next
year Charley Radbourne's arm went back
on him, and Providence wasn't in sight,
Then the same cranks who had been so
sweet the year before wouldn't speak to me
on the street! The element of luck in the
game is too great to lay all the credit for
victory 10 good management. The best
managers on earth couldn't land a flag
with lot Of cripples.
Talking Of woes of managers, think l
was once in predicament that is alone in
that class. Providence was playing Chi
cago. We had three catchers on the roll,
but Charley Bennett was homesick, Doc
Bushong was behind the bat and had
finger knocked out think beat Maud
SIS time going across the field to the car
riage gate l had stationed Jerry Dorgan
there, and was going to call on him to go
in, but before l arrived there l noticed
that big commotion was on. In the
midst of a crowd lay Jerry foaming at the
mouth and chewing dirt. He was having
fiji There was with three disabled re-
ceivers! Arthur Irwin went in, and, would
you believe it, we won the camel
Ball cranks are funny people, but the
maddest lot ever saw were gathered to-
gether on the lot at Boston one day. The
rivalry between the Hub and Providence
was of an intensely partisan nature. Big
crowds of people from Little Rhody'
would go up with us when the Grays
played there, and that season we, fgura-
lively speaking, made monkeys of the
Beaneaters. One contest has historical
interest for Arthur Irwin, who won it for
Providence by driving the ball through
hole in the fence-a feat that probably
could not be repeated in a thousand games.
There was big jam i'll the stands and
even the old timers were crazy. Some fell
low, hotter than the others, took out his
season book as he passed into the street
and threw it into the box Office, with the
s1gry remark:
"'Take back your old book; wouldn't
be caught dead watching your dudes try
to play ballp
Another and another followed suit until
there was a small measure of the paste
boards gathered in, and that night they all
got over their mad and came back early
next afternoon begging for the return OF
their season books. And of such is the