St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1895-04-29
uni lucky THIRTEEN
Details Of a Narrowing Ca
lamity That Occurred Yes
terday Afternoon.
SLAUGHTER OF ST. PAULITES
They Have a Picnic Until They
Run a Score Of Thir-
teen.
THEM THEY STOP SHORT
And the Minneapolis Aggre-
cation Get Tallies Enough
to Win.
THEM THEY STOP SHORT

Ninth innings should be abolished.
They extend the game unnecessarily
and sometimes mar an otherwise
beautiful and satisfactory contest.
An aggravated case of this kind
occurred yesterday afternoon After
st. Paul had won the game the fag
end of a ninth inning bobbed up. and
Minneapolis got going at such a gait
that she couldn't stop an inch short
of victory All this, too, after a
crowd of 5000 people had worked
themselves into a perspiration, and
became hoarse win yelling the praises
of the local team. But it is just such
little episodes that make the game
of base ball so popular. 1t was in the
last half of the ninth, and two men
of the Flour City team, Hulen and
Strauss, had been retired to the
bench. The score was 10 to in favor
of st. Paul, and it was a good 100 to
1 wager that the Apostles would win
in a walk, but they didn't. Nail a
few yards of Grape on the gate at
Aurora park, while the GLOBE re-
lates to you how it happened: Perry
Werden, smiling and sassy" waltZed
up to the plate and invited Mr.. Jones
to hurry up, as he wanted to catch
the next car home. The crowd start
ed out of the grounds and Jones sent
the ball lazily over the plate One
strilke!" cried Umpire Hayes. The
next was ball and the next a strike.
Now it was a good 1000 to 1 bet that
st. Paul would win. The Flour City'S
chances were literally hanging by a
spiders web. Werden broke the web
with hit. Young Mr.. Lally came to
the front with a small, but well-sea-
soned, section Of wagon tongue, and
issued challenge to Mr.. Jones to
pitch him any kind of an old ball
The challenge was accepted, ana
Lally pushed the leather out be-
yond short. He got base, and Mr..
reach of Shortstop Camp. Just here
Jim Ahern did most reprehensible
thing, and probably hoodooed the
game by remarking that home run
would nicely tie the score. Joe Wer-
rick heard the remark, but made no
rash promises. He eyed Mr.. Jones
quizzically, and made couple of
lunges at the little sphere without
touching it. He never did it again,
however, as the next pass he made at
it he caught it squarely, and sent it
over Van Dykes head at center, clear
ing the bases. 1t was still st. Paul S
game, but Minneapolis was not
through Mr.. Kuehne. the fat man
of the Minneapolis aggregation, here
took a hand in the performance, and
played it without cracking a smile.
Mr.. Jones tossed him one that was
not to his liking, and he passed it up.
The next was so different that he
went after it with avidity. His bat
collided with it with such earnest
ness and force that the thwack was
distinctly heard at Rondo street.
The ball broke through the netting
on the right field fence, and it was ali
over but the shout that went up
from the Minneapolis contingent.
There were other things about the
game, such as a pretty catch by Van
Dyke and great throws to the plate
by Smith and Burns, but they are
hardly worth mentioning in the cy-
clone that did such awful damage
in the last sad moments of the ninth.
Draw the veil. BY the way, the ST.
Paul team should not stop at thirteen
runs. Thirteen is the unluckiest num-
Der that was ever nailed on a hotel
door, Paste these arithmetical con-
illusions in your hat for reference.
You may want to tell your grandchil-
dren in 1910 about the remarkable
contest in st. Paul April %, 1895: