The record-union., 1899-04-23
BY A VERY SMALL MARGIN.
BUT THE BAY LADS DOWNED
THE gifts.
Yesterdays Game Was of the
Variegated Variety-Some
Good Features.

Eleven innings and no stops for feed
or water.
1t was all kinds of game that at
Oak Park yesterday-comedy melo-
drama and tragedy each found a place.
The good, the bad, the Indifferent. ran
through it all. Blocks of the cham
pionship article rubbed shoulders with
the broad, yellow variety, and when
least expected plays cropped up which
would have put the Second street Ter
riers to the blush.
The GOODNESS of the atmosphere might
have had something to do with it. and
again it might not. Referring that. i'm
portant problem to Weather Director
Barwick, the fact remains that the first
half of the game was as slow as mo-
lasses at twenty degrees below zero.
The players hopped around like hoppers
in bean patch and captured every
thing that did not get away.
But toward the end both teams liv-
ened up, and as it happened that the
Gilt Edges We're doing the rum getting
act, the cfoWd-Which was a good one
for Saturday-yelled and yelled. The
crowd was pleased, and when the crowd
IS pleased and says so before the critic
gets chance to say something naugh-
ty, the critic is handicapped.
But there was nothing in the game
to cause even an amateur to- rave.
There were no phenomenal plays, no
extremely snappy team work no long
drives, and no disgraceful spats
crowd is peculiar creature, and
that at Oak Park yesterday was not
the exception to the rule. From the
lowest slough of despond it was ele-
waited in an instant to the widest nights
of hope. At the end of the sixth inning
the most pronounced Gilt Edge adnirer
was grumbling and insisting that the
team would have to be braced up at
almost every corner before it could ex-
pect to win. The very next inning saw
change come DER the spirit of their
dreams, but in the eighth the mercury
again dropped and it looked like a frost
The score stood I to with the local
people on the wrong end.
But in the ninth, the local people took
reef in their slack and went UP
against Iberg's curves early and often,
and when the last man was rung down
the score was ted to Z.
Doyle and Iberg were both batted
freely, and neither received the sup
port due him. But yesterdays game
was not a pitchers battle The man
with the bat did the work, and the man
with the San Francisco bat did more of
it than the foreigner who plays in a
Sacramento uniform. The best men
| Won
The Gilts took two runs in the first
inning and the crowd warmed up, but
when in the second the San Francisco
people Strengthened out Doyle's curves
for five runs, only mutterings We're
heard in the ranks of the faithful The
hard stickers from the Bay took another
run in the third and still another in the
fourth, and Gilt Edge stock was hardly
worth pocket-room- In the seventh the
local people took a couple extras for a
change, but the lead was still great ard
the teeth of the great crowd chattered
| But in the ninth somebody tripped up
on an easy one Peoples rolled out and
he was safe, and when Stulz, who
played second for the locals slashed out
a stemsetter to left field for two bases
and the Kid stopped at the third sta
ton, the crowd woke I'D.
Stanley touched one to the infieId
and Peoples crossed the plate, Stulz
on third. Doyle sent a warm one I'd
Josh" Riley, who dropped it, but got
it to the initial in time to get his man,
but while he was doing it Stulz spiked
| the plate. One more run had been
tackled up and the score was tied.
The San FTanciscos failed in their
half, and in the tenth the efforts of
both mines proved futile. The Gilts
slipped up in the eleventh, and with
! two men out the strangers took the
game. Riley hit through Sheehan for a
| base. Krug rolled a safe one into the
| left meadow and Riley. rested at third
Then Sullivan smashed the sphere to
the left field fence, Riley romped
home and the game was over.
To-day's game will be called at 2:15
o'clock sharp, and each team says the
other will get a run for its money.
The score follows: