The record-union., 1899-04-24
gifts ON The TOBOGGAA.
SHOOTING FOR THE BOTTOM
OF THE HILL.
Has the Big National League Been
Recruiting Too Lively in
This Question?
San Francisco 8, Sacramento l.

San Francisco 8, Sacramento l.
No excuses to offer.
1t was a case of giant against plgmy'
and the pigmy was a good thing ior
the giant. 1t was a slaughter OF IN
nocents-innocents, most of Wnohi
ought to be playing ''two-old-cat 10
a vacant lot audience. They were up
against the real thing yesterday, ana
the figures at the head of this chapler
tell the story all too we'll.
And yet the GiIts are not wholly pao.
1t is true they were unable to connect
with Fitzpatrick's curves, but there are
others. There are three, possibly 1our,
ball players with the locals Ga httle
off in batting, it is true but tried py
fire., but the services of the rest might
easily be dispensed with and their
places filled; by genuine artists from the
ranks of any amateur club in town
Great has been the fall. Two weeks
ago the Gilt Edge star had reached It's
zenith: to-day it has dropped to the
horizon. From the sublime to the
ridiculous; from the top to the bottom;
from the leaders to the tail enders, IS
but a step. and the Gilt Edges took it
like little men-very little men.
One sparrow does not make sum-
mer. and one catcher, one pitcher and
one first baseman does not make a
baseball team 1t was a sorry day for
the home team when silent" Harvey
hied himself to the chief settlement in
the citrus belt; it was sad when Pop"
Lochhead shook the dust of the local
diamond from his brogans. 1t was par
ticularly sad for the good players they
left behind, whose regulations may suf-
fer from being blocked out with men
too slow for such company.
Beckwith, the new man, pitched yes
Sterday, and he did it very prettily, but
that was all there was to it The husky
gang from San Francisco hit him hard
and high up, and gathered in a rich
harvest of runs. But Beckwith was a
credit to his field. He had next to no
support, and infield touches which
would have been easy ones for fast
players, escaped and rolled off into the
fresh green grass while the man who
slogged it frisked playfully around the
bases. And even out in the left garden
Pony Walker (who used to be a
vertable stone walD gave an exhibit
tion of how not to play baseball He
managed to refuse more than half the
chances offered and his old-time ad-
mirers bowed their heads and wept.
Pony surprised himself at the bat and
scratched out two hits-a thing done
by none of his compatriots.
On the other hand, "Uncle's' men
played ball. They played a practically
errorless game, and they played horse
with the locals. They easily won the
game in the first inning when they
rolled up four tallies, and they drew
the ladigo strap in the third when they
piled up four more. They took another
button in the eighth, just to keep them
selves in practice, and their stock went
up while that of the Gilts went further
and further down.
The local people took one poor,
measly run in the third and then did
nothing in particular until the END of
the game
Each side trimmed a double play, but
the feature of the game was Doyle's
great throw from center field to the
home plate. where he shut out an In
dian who imagined he had a lead pipe
cinch on the plate.
Why prolong the agony? The story
of how not to play baseball may be
CLEANED from the following tabulated
statement furnished by the big chief
who makes and unmakes warriors with
his pencil: