The evening times., 1896-09-02

When old Charlie Getzein, with black
Jersey and blue trousers, gOodly bulk OF
adiposc tissue and the same Old German
smile, TOOK the ball in his hand and stepped
10 the slab at the ball park in Chicago
on Sunday last there We're men in the
crowd VINO thought the days OF 1886 had
come again. "Prctzel! Pretzel!' was the
cry which ran round the park. where's
Ganzel?'' shouted the old-time ball crank
from the bleachers where's BrOuthers,
White, Rowe, Richardson and Thompson
demanded another. And the Pretzei, hear
ing these calls out of the long dead past,
bumped up his hack, tried to remember the
skill he had ten years ago and for few
not innings threw them over the plate
ike bullets.
The Younger Generation was before him
the little boys that used to bring in balls
that went over the fence and who used TO
get up on the bleachers and tell him that
he was wonder, but he wouldn't do.
Now, in uniforms, and bats in hands, these
same little boys were arrayed against
one who was pitching ball when they
were in short dresses, and for quite a
while their reverence Tor him seemed to
keep them from hitting the curves he
threw.
For five innings Getz was strong. Then
the strain began to tell upon the stout old
German. He puffed like a granpus. The
perspiration came in great beads upon his
yisage. Somebody - some disrespectful
youth who had been pla ying only ten or
twelve years-made a three-bagger. Itch
haben geplassen gepiatz," said Getz. dis
viii do me veil, nit!'
THUMrED IN THE LAST INNINGS.
And they thumped him for all there was
in 1t the last three innings.
The game was won for the Writings, who
were against Getz, and lost TO the ranklins,
who supported the sturdy old German, in the
eighth, and a youth named Jackson, who
lives near Getzein, and who was taught all
he knows about the game by the old
Pretzel, was the ungrateful wretch who did
the deed. With two men on the bases, this
Jackson came up and slammed the bail On a
dead line at the pitcher GetI threw up his
hands, but the bail was ha ardly hindered. ON
it went, and all was practically over.
After the game, another reminiscence Of
the glorious past, Nat Hudson met Get
zein, aud the relics of the two great
known went away together 1t was touch
ing TO see the man who was all in all TO
the old Detroits, who Won the flag to-
gether with those glorious players OF whom
Sam Thompson and Camel are the only
ones still iu fast company. strolling off
arm in arm with the man who saw the
worlds championship nag wave in St
LOUIS and who fought his greatest base
bah battles with the indomitnble Browns.
TALKS OF OLD TniES.
I'm afraid,'' said Getz. laughingly,
that I'm not Jimm Y Calvin. Old Jimmy
was pitching loug before 1 came upon the
field, and he closed his career after /
did mine-but a few weeks after, to be
sure. but still long enough after TO have
the glory of seeing me come aud go.
don't remember many German pitchers
who have lasted very long. Calvin and
Keefe, who pitched about as long as any
men in the bus! ness, were of Irish blood
Zettlein was the best German pitcher of
my younger days, aud 1t does me good to
See the things that Breitenstein and Kobe
denz are doing in this modern time.
II can't see how it is that a mans arm
goes up after few years. but it's so. /
feel as strong as ever take good care Of
myself can bat better than l ever could,
and altogether feel just like a young colt
ought To feel. But after have pitched
few innings the air in my lungs seems to
getvery much denser seems 10 expand and
nearly fracture my ribs Sand my arm seems
10 get a deadness that makes the ball 90
slower and slower, and spoils The force of
every curve"
Same way with me- said Nat Hudson.
Il can pitch as good as ever for five in
nings-then all bets are off, and they pound
me all over the lot