The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1897-09-28

But Good Nasured--Four Baltimore
Pitchers Figure in the Contest.
Baltimore, September 27.-Outside of
the contingent of faithful Boston rooters
who are making merry at the Eataw
house there is no joy in Baltimore tonight.
Boston has taken the rubber in the crucial
series, is ahead in the fight for the PEN
nant and there seems to be but little
probability that the champions can save
it. Hotter, the wizard, Nops the south
pay and Brother Joe Corbett all went
down like ripe grain in hurricane before
the terrific onslaught Of Boston batters,
until what seemed at first to be victory
for the home team was finally turned
into a rout, the like of which has been
seldom witnessed on ball field. More
than 5,000 people saw it done, and that
they witnessed the downfall of their
favorites with perfect good humor, gather
ing about the victors and cheering them
heartily at the finish, gives the lie direct
to the two stories that have been current
regarding the Baltimore baseball public,
viz. That it does not patronize the game,
and that "rowdyism" is the rule upon its
grounds.
There have been few If any crowds as
large in the history of the game and
none could have deported itself better
from start to finish than did that of to-
day. The same may be truthfully said of
he other games of the present series. In
none of the trio was jibe or a iear
shouted at the umpire or a player on
either side nor was single fine assessed
or player ordered out of the game. The
utmost good humor prevailed at all times
and friend and foe were treated as nearly
alike as human nature would permit.
The story Of what ghappened today may
briefly told. First came the struggle at
| the gates for tickets, then the straining,
pushing and fighting for admission, then
the scramble for place from which the
diamond was visible until every seat had
an occupant, every inch Of standing room
| was preempted and men and boys chung
to fences, fagstaffs, telegraph poles or
any other point of vantage. The Boston
rooters with their brass band formed so
small part of the vast throng that they
sank into comparative insignifcance, but
| the band played on and the rooters rooted
| and shouted just the same. Finally the
teams came out for practice and then in
due time the play began and the multi
tude settled itself down to watch the
| battle of the Titans.
First Boston made a run, then Balti-
more made two, then each made three
and the score was tied when Boston added
another to its string. Thus far all was
we'll. Then the visitors forged to the
front with three more tallies. This was
bad indeed, but hope still lived in Balti-
more. And SO it ran until the dreadful
| seventh. Corbett had been crippled by a
hot liner early in the play. Nops had
| been batted out of the box little later,
and Hoffer had been hit for four runs but
still the crowd hoped on. No one looked
for deluge, as Hoffer had apparently
steadied himself, and no runs had been
made off him in two innings. All at
once it came. Single followed double,
double followed single, player after play
er crossed the plate, until the crowd grew
dazed and wondered If it would never
end. The official scorers almost lost their
count. Hoffer became discouraged and
wanted to go and sit down but Capt.
Robinson kept him in the box. Finally
the fusilade of hits was ended, Hotter
came down from the air, every body took
nd irIIroI ont
| that Boston had made nine runs, all of
| which were earned.
That settled it and although the Cham
pions made feeble rally in their halt
and batted out three runs, following 1t
up with two more in the eigh tn, their
are those of men who strive to whistle
up the wind. During the volley of base
hits in the seventh the crowd was a
study. At the first two or three the crowd
began to look serious, then as the hits
began to pour out like water from a
trough, smile and then hearty laugh
broke forth and none could have enjoyed
the discontinue of the champions more
than did their own admirers in the vast
audience. OF the many hearty and
spontaneous bursts of applause none were
more ringing than that which greeted
Hamilton, when in the fourth, after be-
ing trampled on and severely stunned by
Jennings at second, he made grand run
for home on Loweas single, collided with
Baltimore's feshy backstop and falling
heavily pluckily crawied toward the base,
almost fainting from the shock, as he
touched it. Again at the end of the game
10 GOO people gathered about the visitors,
shook them by hand, shouted cheerful
pleasantries at them, told them what
GO d fellows and fine players they were
and finally sent them away with such a
shout of appreciation as to make a fitting
climax for the greatest baseball spectacle
Baltimore has ever seen. The score: