The evening times., 1896-02-22
Mick Young on Proposed
Pitching Rule Changes.
REVIEW OF THE BIG FIGHT
Dan Stuart Surprises His Friends by
Keeping HIS WOrd-COrbctt Now
Laying for the Lanky Australian.
Jack Doyle's Welcome to the Mon
umenfal City.

during the delivery of the ball, Nick
Young says:
such a rule would be too heavy an i'm
post on the pitcher. When the pitcher was
removed back ten feet 1t was thought that
his power had been SO throushly weakened
| that the batting would be too lively for
| the public. And you remember the Clamor
for heavy hitting four or five years ago
During the first season that the new pitch
ing distance was tried the batting was
| lively enough to satisfy every one-with, OF
course, the exception of the pitcher.
But the twirler is gradually becoming
| more OF a power. and within 4 few seasons
lie may master that ten-foOt impOst and
become as dominating an Influence in the
| game as he was under the cd fifty-foot
| rule. This is perfectly natural-an instance
in fact, of the gradual Improvement in The
| science of the game. But until The time
comes when the pitcher is as effective rs he
used to be ard the batting is less spirited
in consequence there is no need of tampcr-
ing with the rules on pitching.
| 1T strikes me as a physical impossibility
| for pitcher to be in the least effective II he
| is forced to keep his feet fastened to the
| ground during the delivery Of the ball.
Such a rule would make it impossible for
him to get n correct swing and gauge of the
| plate, and al the sane time deliver a speedy
| ball.
The effect would be wearing on the man
| onthe sla b and exhaust him completely. And
! what would be the result? Why. batsmen Of
| the Jesse Burkett calibcr would haveanaver-
| age of 500. and the poorest hitters in the
! League would feel ashamed of themselves
| If they didn't reach the 300 mark. l
regard the pitching rule as il stands an ideal
| one; not for all time, mark you, but for the
| present.
| Another "a rcicalidca is iha of Mr.. Wilmot
| of the Minnea polls Club. Mr.. Wilniot sugg gests
that IL the umpires fine the managers in
stead of the players the result would be an
Improvement in the conduct of the players.
can't imagine why Wilmot advocates this
alleged reform unless il is that a manager
when fined would jump upon player hard
and compel him To behave himself with n
view to managerial protection against the
umpire. And what possible effect would
such wild-eyed rule have Oh the game?
Why, every umpire would be manager.
The worst complications would arise. In
fact. 1t isn't worth while to discuss such
ridiculous idea"
The fight actually came off at last. 1t
was short enough, anyway, and now Irish
man Peter Maher is crying, not from al
kali dust. but from a good dob" in the
face. administered by Australian FitZ."
Such an easy victory and such a short
lived fight was not expected by even the
most hopeful friends of FitZsimmons, who
at least looked forward to a six-round
"go." "Fitz" is now champion, but he
will have to buck up against 'Pompadour'
Corbett.
True to his promise. Dan Stuart did pull
off the mill, such as 1t was. 1t brings to
mind the Maher- o Donncll fight, when Steve
fell an easy prey to the blows of the Irish
man. This fight put Mahcr well on his
feet. His stock in sporting circles went
up several points and could not be bought
at par.
Now the tables are turned and in about
the same length of time as it took Maher
to silence 0'Donncll. he has been knocked
out by FitzsimmonS. who has taught him
the lesson OF DO unto others as you
would have them do unto you
There was more rejOOicing at Baltimore
over the one lost sheep that was found than
over all the remainder OF the team that
went not astray. At the banquet OF Jack
Doyle the following gem, composed by the
official baseball poet, was sung by the en-
tire company:
A Giants foot is on thy shore.
Maryland, my Maryland.
Jack Doyle has captured Baltimore,
Maryland, my Maryland.
He has the people on his staff,
Their love is grain it is no chaff-
His welcome makes Ned Hanlon laugh.
Maryland, my Maryland.
He'll play the first to beat the band,
Maryland, my Maryland.
At running bases he'll be grand,
Maryland, my Maryland.
He'll fit the four we love so well,
And soon you'll hear the bleachers yell,
go in, big five, and cut a swell!'
Maryland, my Maryland.
And when the five begins to scrap,
Maryland, my Maryland.
Somebody's sure to get a slap,
Maryland. my Maryland.
The umpire's fate will be most grim,
His chance of life is mighty slim
They will not do thing to him,
In Maryland, my Maryland.