The Saint Paul globe., 1897-05-21

Willie McGill may be a back NUMBER
but he is certainly not out OF PRINT
and. if he pitches many games IKE
that of Yesterday, there will be apt to
be a hard run on Comiskey's old DOCK
shelves. Willie pitched nlne-lhnlhs
game against Grand Rapids yesterday.
In which only three of the members OF
the team hit him safely, and Roats
was only a scratch which was 1ntended
for a bunt sacrifice, but when rollea
badly for ORourke When they length
ened it out to ten innings to give the
visitors time to hit him, only one more
of the Michigan folk could IND the
ball. although it must be admitted
that Campau had Willie going good
for a home run, triple and single
The count had his trusty bat FURNISHED
for a hard days work, and cloudy
weather did not bother the eye that
naturally considers the most slnuous
pitched ball straight after its long as
sociation with the streets in New Or
leans French quarter.
But there were others besides Willie.
who figured in the game. In fact, near
ly every one who came up after the
visitors tied in the seventh only had
one thing to do to be right, and ne
usually did 1t. 1t was the best finish
ever seen in Lexington park.
When the tie appeared, and there
were only two innings left, George was
to bat. but he sent a high one, and
Slagle, after hard run in, bagged the
ball. Roat fell down again and gave
Glasscock life, but Parrot hit the
ball to Campau, who was fielding In
fine form. Shugart came near ending
it then with stiff one which enticed
Camel far away from his base. and
then he did not get it. Glenalvin did.
however, and then there was close
race between Cross, Shugart and the
ball to see which would reach first
first, but Cross and the ball beat Shu-
gart out and the side was retired.
Nyce stopped one, caught another. and
George caught Slagle's long foul drive,
SO Grand Rapids did not reach first.
There was only one more inning then,
and it was due to be good.
Spies was up. He hit the ball the
same way. Roat ran around the park
a. spell and then caught the ball Nc
Gill wanted to save his own game and
hit the ball cleverly down the shors
field. Mcbride struck it pretty hard,
but Slagle came in and ate up the
well-saturated sphere. O'Rourke hit
to Hatfield, and McGill went out at
second.
Then there was a period of terrible
suspense for the 1856 local fans in the
park. It seemed an age while Spies
was buckling on his bullet-proof vest.
Roat famed the air viciously, too. But
here was the Macaroni count up again,
and the count had been merrily beating
a rat tat tat on the exterior borders
of the park every time he came to bat.
At last he hit it. 1t struck the sod
and bounded straight for McGill, who
picked it up, examined it carefully
to see if it was the same one he pitched,
found it was, weighed it to see if the
blow had changed it at all, and finally
threw it to first base, where 1t arrived
before Campau. That relieved the
pressure somewhat. Glenalvin was
easy. No one seemed to be afraid Of
him. But he smashed this and it went
by McGill as though it was after a
doctor. Shugart played the sparrow
cop act and cinched a scorcher, but
he could not throw it over to first in
time. Gettinger hadn't been able to
get the ball out OF the lnfleld all day,
and twice he had famed. If there is
one thing Gettinger likes less than
anything else, it is pitcher with an
Antarctic pitching arm, and certainly
McGill yesterday was very much TERRA
del Fuego. Dick Buckley, who made
two hits the day before and jollied
himself into a belief that he was back
in his old-time form, went in to bat
without doffing his red sweater jacket.
One ball. Two balls. Three balls. The
spirits of the guests-they could hardly
be called crowd-were sinking. One
strike A ray Of hope. McGil started
another swift one over the plate, with
a kink in it like a monkeys tail. Buck
ley swung at it, but he did not meet
it's center Of gravity properly, ana It
was a cheap, two-for-a-cent pop-up
that Jack Glasscock almost blushed
to catch when it came down. He prob
ably would have dropped it if 1t had
been for any one but his old pal, Dick
st. Paul had another inning then,
and stock went up like the miner who
dropped cigar stump in a powder
keg Nyce went out on a grounder.
and the stock could have been
bought on a stiff market. George hit
to Cross, and the market was decid-
edly unsteady. Glasscock was await
ed with interest. Jack had hit the ball