The record-union., 1897-08-23
THE HEAT -WITHERED VIOLETS
BADLY WHITEWASHEDB BY THE
GILT EDGES.
Couldn't Stand the Hot Norther,
Still the Home Team Out
Classed Them.

The Gilt Edge baseball team gave the
San Francisco Violets cards and spades,
and finally lent them their man Rice at
Snowflake Park yesterday afternoon,
but all to no purpose. The visitors per-
spired and melted and tried out all over
the diamond, but from the start their
score was puny. Cipher followed cipher
as steadily as clockwork, and after two
of the visitors had succumbed to the
radiant and brassy smile of 'Old SoI'
and Walter Wellington Hennessy had
loaned Pop" Rice to the visitors, it was
too late
Rice did some phenomenal work to
lift the Violets' score above the level
of nothing, and rounded up some beau
tiful flies in the center pasture, but 1t
wouldn't work
In the first place the Violets were
amateurish in the extreme. They
danced around the home plate and posed
their bats in the latest approved fash
Ion, but that was all. They couldn
hit a flock of balloons. In the second
place it was too warm for them. The
sun beamed down a red hot welcome,
and the boys from the Bay began to
ba bile about fog banks and Klondike.
The ice water enticed them. and before
the game closed Bride, the big first
baseman, and Fitzpatrick, the man who
stood I'm the box and SHE'D twisters in the
vicinity of the home plate, We're back
under the grand stand with their heads
packed in buckets of ice while a physi-
clan took their temperature.
Manuel De Costa was in the box for
the Gilt Edges, and his awful drop was
too much for the visitors, who in their
state of torridity were willing to strike
at anything in order to get nice cool
spot on the bleachers and wait until
their turn came to go out and chase the
leather into the far corners of the park
Be it said to the credit of the visitors
that if they couldn't play ball they could
at least act like gentlemen. Not single
kick was coming during the entire game
and the coaching slang which sickens
well-seasoned sports and drives women
away from the game, was not INDUCED
in. The visitors were outclassed and they
knew it, For all that they struggled
gamely. and until half of their number
were prostrated, kept Whacking away at
nothing in particular, and fumolng
most of the balls that came near them.
If nothing but goose eggs came ther
way-and nothing else did-they sWa1-
lowed their chagrin like philosophers
and took the bitter stuff without a grl-
mace. They couldn't hit De Costa, and
when the little fellows arm grew tired
and Hughes took the central position
they didn't try for hit and after FAN
ming out, threw up the sponge in the
seventh inning. Itwas a whitewash, pure
and simple, and While the visitors had
been getting the skunk, the Gilt Edges
had stamped the life out of the home
plate for "a runs. 1t was an ugly look
ing score, and the beaten Violets, owing
to their manly conduct, had the SYM
pathy of the crowd
The rooters were out in force. and
brass band sweltered on the bieachers.
over two thousand persons howled for
the contending teams, who would not
have gone a block to watch the Terriers
and Bullpups put uD az much closer
game. And through it all the sun shone
fervently down and collars grew limp
and throats grew dry
Manager Hennessy played his usual
game at first base, and Lockhead at
short settled down and played the game
of the season. Farrel, behind the bat,
Dlayed baseball, and the fields, both in
and out. were we'll looked after. Only
one error was made by the home team
and that fell to Jay Hughes, who
drOpped a fig with whiskerS on it.
There were no earned runs on either
side, and the sweltering Violets only
made one hit off of Manuel De Costa
while they piled up fifteen errors, allow
ing their opponents to canter around the
chalk mark with very little effort.
If as is now scheduled, the Oakland
Reliance comes here next Sunday, the
Gilt Edges will have to get in and play
ball. It will be no Violet affair.
The following table is a fair outline OF
Yesterdays trouble: