The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1894-08-09

@<&fG I T. his b, manly AM
its accustomed brightness and JOY. but
performed it's functions in a purely me-
chanlcal manner
The hero OF a thousand battles. the
great and only Kelly, who has so re-
mond rooters under his heel and trailed
the banners OF the Crows In the dust OF
defeat has been yanquished. obliterated
and annihilated Before the game Cap
tain Kelly counselled his men not TO make
too many errors. but just keep far enough
ahead 10 make the game interesting. But
he had rcckonod without his hosts, and
the old maxim OF never counting your
chickens before they are Matched" struck
him with bitterness he had never felt
before.
History repeats itself" or. in other
words worms have been known 10 turn.
stung by sense OF their recent rcverses,
CALLED by the trunts OF the rOOters. he
Crows yesterday evening arose In their
strength and majesty. and smOte down
their oppressors
COULDN'T Br BF,T.
Led by the parental sire OF all ball
tossers. Father Luculus ROmuus Tatlus,
the Richmond team put up game OF ball
that, In the phraseology OF the rooter
couldn't be beat" At no time or stage
OF the contest were the lads from the
quiet hamlet beside the sleepy Appomat-
iox ever in the game. They were out
classed and outplayed from start 10 finish.
The Crows Topped their wings and
showed by the way Of Q change. what they
could do when they choose. II they had
played as they did yesterday II Is dollars
10 doughnuts that they would be leading
In the League race for the pennant. Not
an error did they make. not a mispiay or
a blunder marred their perfect work.
BAILEY AND WELLS.
Bailey. the man whom the management
have kept on the bench. was in the box.
lie was very much in 1t. He was in
neTfR0f CIlnnOrf
hts mercy and were helpless before his
delivery: The infeld was like a stone
wall. while Cleve. Gettinger. and Foster
put up such an outileld game as has not
been witnessed In this city for years.
Their catches were Of the most sensa-
tonaI order; in fact. no ball seemed
ut second and Kahn AZ short put up
phenomenal game. while Roussey and
Tate also got In some good WORK.
HOW THE FARMERS DID IT.
But ! want to speak Of the Farmers.
With the exception Of Keefer. their work
reminded me of the old nursery rhyme
about little BO-Peep, only in this case
the verse would be more applicable ic
it read as follows:
The Little Farmers lost their heads
And couldn't tell where 10 find them
So they left them alone. and went home.
But the game remained behind them
Stafford. the regular first baseman.
started in TO play, but Leach had only
and retired, Keefer taking his place al
first. But Stafford was not half as sick
as some OF the other Farmers were be-
fore the game was over He evidently
saw what was coming; at any rate, he
showed great head in getting out Of
the game. Leach was in the box for
the visitors. He is the man who some
time ago succeeded in shutting the Crows
out He was presented with a bunch
OF roses before the game, and just as
he was going into the box he gently
nacfiDd hic Roman the sweet
little howerets inhaled breath of their
perfume, sighed softly to himself, took
his position some sixty feet from the
home-plate frightened his belt, smiled in
commiserating manner upon little
Kahn, who stood with his bat on his
shoulder, and said i am ready.
LEACH SOON RETIRED.
II is always the unexpected that hap
been TO the bat. when Kelly came ambling
in from left field and besought Leach
in anxious tones not to take such violent
exercise, but TO rest himself upon the
bench Only four hits had been made
off of him, and two Of them were doubles. |
Leach yielded to kelly's persuasion, muir |
nns re5 b H9ont s0 Name Wa
Potter, and he hailed from Boston, and |
Kelly said. go into the box and NOW
down these hired servings who have so
heartlessly dal!ied with the delivery OF
our noble Leach
Mr.. POTTER. OF TEXAS.
There was something about Mr.. Pot
ters appearance that caused vast ST.
lence to fall over the three thousand
rooters the classicness of cultivated
Boston breathed forth from his every
movement. lie took the sphere and gazed
at II with the eye OF a Harvard professor
10 see If the diameter was perpendicular
to the circumference. Then he stepped
into the box and posed. Apollo. in all
his masculine beauty and gIace, never
posed like the savant from the
self into a bow-knot and delivered the
ball. SO much for Chapter / and inning |
one.
A GAME OF HITS AND ERRORS.
Before the game was finished a change |
had come over the spirit OF Mr.. Pot |
ters dreams. and while he may have |
wandered sonth hS from Boston his |
was simply eaten up by the Crows with |
the same relish that they would have de- |
voured a plate of pork and beans, for
MIR. Potter became very weary of tving
and untying himself before the game |
was over. In only the seventh and ninth
frost, Farrell, and Honeycutt helped TO
keep the Comedy of Errors moving, in
fact, the entire team, outside OF Keifer.
put up an exhibition that would have
done honor TO nine Acknowledged, long
queued Celestials Kelly made an error.
then tried to kick himself, while Honey |
cult said he would not be outdone by his
captain. so he made two and Sanford
after catching four nice flies. gave a
miserable exhibition OF misjudgment in
allowing Wells fly 10 go over his head
The inheld did not do much better. II
was simply case OF hits on one side
and errors on the other. Here is The |
score:
RICHMOND.
ALB. II. II. Pc. A. +.
S Ssa s' c RS ! : : 3