The record-union., 1897-11-01
THE BLOOMER GIRLS WON.
BUT THE BASEBALL GAME WAS
A RANK FAKE.
However, It Served to Amuse Near
ly Two thousand
People.

The greatest joke of the season was
played at Snowflake Park yesterday
afternoon. and about 1,40O baseball
cranks and 200 men whose hair grows
thln on top, and who are usually seen
IN the front row of the orchestra when
the ballet is on, were the victims
Viewed from a baseball standpoint,
the game between the Boston female
aggregation and scrub nine of this
city was a fake, pure and simple, whlie
the display fell far short of what was
expected
Viewed as a joke, it was one of the
best ever perpetrated in Sacramento,
and everybody except the small-boy
contingent laughed and grew fat, ana
laughed again TO see the females, al
legged to belong to the eifete East
name of community, Beantown--Waddle
around the bags in a ludicrous attempt
to run Ii is true that several or them
ATTEMPTED impossible slides, and awoke
the mirth of the audience by swapping
a base-runner in the rear with the ball
after he had been safe week, but as
ball-players they were solemn, lone
some, unmftigated failures.
But the small-boy contingent refused
to be gulled. 1t was slow in catching
on to the fact that fake show was on,
and up to the fifth or sixth round took
the matter as serious. Then II awoke
to the fact that it was being buncoed,
and the refrain, Fake! fake! fake!"
rolled out in a great torrent and as
sailed the ears of the girls from Bean
town.
The pitcheress, Maud Nelson, was a
wonder, and about the only one on ex-
hibition. She could play ball. She
could and did give the leather the ugli-
est kind of twists. and was very effect
i've against the frail, grinnins, gawky
youths she went up against, but the
rest of the females couldn't throw
kiss 1t was comical to see them line
out in relay fashion to return the pail
to the infield, each girl tossing the
sphere a distance of twenty feet TO the
next in line, until the pitcheress hnally
gc. ii and shot it down to the nome
plate in a way TO remind old-timers OF
a man named Kelly. also of Boston,
who will long live in history as the
'man who struck out"
This pitcheress was also a Sprlnter,
and the way she dug her spikes into the
gravel and scooted around the chalk
mark was good medicine for dyspepticS'
livers.
Then there was a petite little woman
anchored out on the second cushion
who cut up antics which would make
staid old Beantown wriggle, but they
took with the crowd. The crowd yelled.
and the little woman, Annie Jennings
bv name. cut some more antics.
There was a man behind the bat Tor
the Rloomers, and he understood his
business. He had no difficulty what
ever in holding Maud Nelson's curves,
and incidentally his job. His name
was Male Williams, and he played ball
for his team and was a whole show in
himself.
Michael Angelo Fisher was induced to
do the umpiring, and his decisions were
n keeping with the rest of the game
1t vas hit or miss with him-particular-
" miss-and he retained his supremacy
by threatening to run in the first man
of the scrub" nine who kicked. Fish
er did well-in a fashion long out or
date. Fisher, however, knows the
game. but the hair is thin on top or
his head, and he desires to preserve
what is left, and as consequence the
women won.
The local nine has not been mentioned
for the reason that even had the mem
bers composing it been CAPABLE of play
ing ball, they didn't try to.
The official scorer threw up the
sponge at the end of the second round,
and the card kept by the record
Union" reporter shows that ten innings
were played (probably an excusable err
ror), but it gives no idea as to the
number of runs made. or who made
them. A small boy who was watching
the features of the game. instead of the
women in boomers, declared that the
score stood 16 TO in favor Of the beam
eating Amazons. and as those figures
look as We'll as any others, they go.lsF
Though we're all good-natured suckers.
and protest we don't feel sore,
Those bloomin' Beantown Boomer Girls
won't catch US any more.
GIFT CnGES nEEEA TEn