The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1899-04-28
ONLY TWO RUNS,
Which Weren't Enough, ms Buffalo
HID Three.

It,u Inree.
There arc confidence games, shell rackets
and gold bricks. and the investors therein
feel no more acutely the pangs of tegu-
mentary deprivation than do the trusting
people Of this. the capital of the great State
of Indiana, over the way in which Mr..
Nash's Bisons yesterday threw the corn
eCus projection into the innocent populace.
a series of victories by Kokomo, Fort
Wayne, Plunkville and Turkey Run over
the deceptive aggregation from down in
York State had led US to chortle, 'Oh, we
won't do a thing to them fellers,'' which
same came true in its literal sense. Mr..
Nash had added to the prevailing glee by
telling trustful reporters that he hadn't a
mar who was not SITTER than molasses in
a gas town in the middle of a hard winter.
But the fact remains that the proud name
of Indiana is this day trailing in the dust
and all the other towns in the State. though
they do say things about indianapolis when
politics is up. are feeling acute anguish.
The affair began with the annual opening
parade, in which the band came around the
monument playing Just Before the Battle,
Mother" with its doleful reminder of IF
I'm Numbered with the Slain," with only
the Indianapolis team TO bear the brunt of
the hoodoo, the Bisons joining in the pro-
cession after the fatal air was ended. Two
thousand five hundred people, bOx-office es-
innate. witnessed the dastardly deeds of the
lakeside invalids and heard the magnificent
voice Of Umpire Sheridan, as in tones like
the delivery of a load of anthracite coal
down a cast-iron chute he announced the
first ball pitched by Scott TO be zone strake."
This was a good omen, but omens appar-
entity were not working. BY some the de-
feat was ascribed to the fact that Reuben
Glue appeared in a shirt with little modest
half-inch brown and white stripes, instead
of the riotous red he usually affects. Even
the band was subdued, and ran more to
the kind of dreamy waltZes enregle at the
annua ball of the Young Gents Pleasure
Club, than to rag time and Sousa.
The game opened with Buffalo at the bat,
the first three men up going out in a row on
little infield hits. and neither size scoring.
though Mcfarland fattened his batting
average In the second, a pretty double
play by Babb, Stewart and Motz, with one
nan out, retired the side, while Indianap-
oils followed with nothing in particular.
Flynn's capture of a ball started by Nc
Cauley, that was apparently driving along
about ten feet above Dibby's head, followed
by quick and effective fielding to Motz,
brought out the nrSt real roar or applause
Both sides accumulated ovoids. until the
sixth, and here it was that gloom began
to settle. An attempt at a steal by White
ard Garry resulted i'm a wild throw to Stew
art by Scott. who occupied the slab. and
the two came in.
Hope revived a little in the ninth, when
Flynn got his base on balls and Beville
was put in to bat for Scott. "Bev" pasted
out a two-bagger and advanced Flynn to
third. Hickey was substituted to run for
Beville, and Hogriever came to bat. He
drove a good long one out 20 left field,
where it was gathered in full bloom, while
Flynn sprinted in ahead of the ball. One
out. Fleming flew to Garry. Two out and
one to tie. Mcfarland drove one into Nash's
hands that was too hot to carry, advancing
Hickey. The sun beamed forth through the
hitherto obstructing clouds and things
started our way. And then Motz batted a
little one up in the infeld atmosphere,
Greminger's palms softly enwrspped 1t. And
the tale was told. The narrowing particu-
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