The times., 1897-04-30

The three thousand spectators who gath
cred at National Park yesterday afternoon
witnessed a splendid game Of baseball, into
which entered all the elements of the popu-
lar pastime.
There were hitting and running, fast
fielding, Ioor fielding, errors Of judgment,
and errors of other kinds, and into the pro-
gram wasinjectedplenty ofginger, snap and
get-up-and-get. On the side of the States
men there was gluttonous disposition to
thieve bases, and DeMontreviIle and Mer-
Ger hit tiIe baii -oc.en enough. if not suffi-
cienuy hard, to win two games.
After the doleful experience il New York
the victory was gulped downlike thirsting
men drink cooling water. and the fans got
good and even on the unhappiness caused
10y the tbro w-down at the hands OF scrap
py Bill and Bis Band"
1t was a loyal crowd, and evidenced
that the home supporters of the team are
not .'quitters' just because che boys hap
pened TO fall little bit Shy at the opening
Of the season, which the amusing and
cynical Caylor says is In it's ''mewling
infancy" They cheered and encouraged
the Statesmen from the tap of the bell
until the last Beaneater had been dis
posed of, and TO the praise of the rooters
they made no insinuauons about past re
verses or bad plays. To the contrary
they e'jollied' the boys along and as
sisted wonderfully in winning the game.
1t is quite the proper spirit, and should be
continued BY and by the reward Will
come in pennant winning team.
1t was largely bleacher board assem-
blage. the quarter seats being packed. But
the aristocratic constituency was not lack
ing, the grand stand and half-doilar throws
containing a liberal sprinkling of well
dressed fans. Congressman Payne, of
New York. ana McRae, of Arkansas Tended
their distinguished presence, and fellow
feeling caused them to pull for the Toga
Wearers. Some of these days, they, too,
may be Senators
The old favorites on the visiting team,
Capt Duffy, Bobby Lowe. Herman Long
and Billy Hamilton, were warmly well
coined. Capt Hughey seems to be a re-
juyenated spirit this season, and chat
tered on the base lines In that unique way
so pleasing to a baseball audience
Hughey. however, had bad luck at bat,
though he stung the ban very hard
uponevery eryopportuniiy yoffered. Brown was
his bette noir, Thomas killing a drive in the
fifth inning that was tagged home-run.
The Bostonians of the diamond are gotten
up this year as if they We're cast TO do a
chorus in Jesse Bartlett Davis '.sere-
made" Their travelling uniforms are of
mardi gras makeup, and 'twixt the gray
of the caps, the white of the shirts, the
steel color OF the Knickerbockers and the
deep blue Socks, they are the most pic
turesqUe fellows that ever came down the
pike since Gus Schnelz rung the bell on
the Senator'S clown clothes in 1894
A s correspondents from the seat of war,
the handsome, silver-haired, and '.16 to
J." Tim Murnane, of the Boston Globe;
the vivacious and clever Jake Morse, OF
the Herald, and the genial Barnes, jr., of
tie Journal, are accompanying the travel
ers on the trip. and are writing up all
sorts of nard luck stories for their re-
spective papers. Hospitable Mr. Wagner
placed an orchestra box at the disposal
OF the braiDy trio yesterday, and for the
once they renigged on the plebeian press
coop on top of the roof. Murnane, in ex-
planation of the shake of the gang, said:
"BoAes are not our portion every day as
we journey the Sahara that seems to be
stretched before US on this outing from
the Hub"
AS rooter stated, 1T was Tom Browns
day to shine.'' The 1.-THE captain. no
doubt, saved the game by his wonderful
work Had he not brought his speedy
spIinting into play in the third and fifth
innings, Washington would have had to
take a heating, instead of winning, with
two rallies to spare.
In the third, Long smote the leather
Hike as If it had been kicked bya mule, and
IT scared away to the center frontier.
Toms good eye measured the distance, and,
hack he ran as if shot out of gun. he
turned, and with body bent like the letter
2, he ciutched the escaping sphere and
squeezed it for keeps. Well, sayl Per
haps that crowd didn't go wild, and Long
looked as If life were not worth living.
Again in the fifth, Capt Duffy slashed