The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1901-06-28
FIELD CLUB TROUNCED.
The Locals and New York A. c Met
on Saturday

Ii Hung Changes celebrated Jacket u
pale, Insignificant yellow compared to
the kind of baseball perpetrated BY the
Morristown Field club and the New
| York A. G. last Saturday. Both mines
played like lot Of longshoremen and
the crowd present went away at the
conclusion Of the game with the impress
sion that the home team couldn't beat a
rug. They could not bat ; they could
not field they could not run bases, and
the pitchers could not pitch. One small
boy said they should be called frank
furters because they We're the ''wurst"
in the business
cause we are sore. There is no reason
why they should have made eight large
bottle-green errors, failed to run bases
properly and be incapable of hitting a
pine smoke house. even if they were
locked inside. The team do not play
ball together enough to know the game
| from dominoes. Every week changes
are made and the men moved about are
as strange to the positions as Shanghai
rooster thrust into duck pond. So
much for the roast.
| The day was an ideal one for baseball
and the veranda of the club house and
the grand stand were filled with fair,
enthusiastic rooters. The heat shim-
mered up from the ground in waves and
covered the crowd in breathless gar
ment-a peau de sole outfit cut bias and,
lined with fire. Everybody painted
but why mention pants, as an old maid
in the grand stand said behind her score
card. Baseball, and bad baseball at
that. is under discussion here.
There is no need Of gong into the de-
tails. Details. like comparisons, are
odious. Let's try and have a laugh or
two and grow fat together. Todd
started in to pitch for the Field club.
Why Don't ask, that's detail
A young fellow sitting on the bench
remarked "Guess they won't hit
Todd His slow ball is no larger than
cherry SO small, in fact, that no New
York bat can find it. A few moments
later the cheerful prophet was moaning
in pain. Todd's slow curves were loom
ing up as big as grape fruit over a
breakfast plate. 'sSwash," "bing,"
."bang" they went and the fielders who
chased them or mutfed them, as hap
pened on three different occasions,
looked tired after the agony was over.
To even matters Todd hit few OF the
visiting players with swift inshoots.
sent every one of them to bases on balls
and once in a while put the sphere
where neither Allen nor the batter could
reach it with bat three yards long.
Then he retired in favor of Howell
BY that time the New Workers had con-
tracted the batting habit and Howell's
appearance made no difference to them.
All pitchers looked alike and the slug
ging went on without moments ces-
sation and continued to the end.
For the visitors Gallons was the first
pitcher. He was also knocked out of
the box, the locals getting on to his
trestle-work delivery at the very begin
ming. 1t might have been the cucum-
bers he ate for luncheon or it may have
been that he had not heard from his
best girl a few days previous to the
game that caused the disaster. At any
rate he was glad to quit when Todd did
and was replaced by Bobby Kelly. The
latter pitched great guns. He may have
had the advantage of being on speaking
terms with pretty girl in the grand
stand who applauded his every play.
A goo goo eye now and then is relished
by the best of men. Anyway, the,
locals were absolutely unable to hit
him at all, going out in one, two, three
order, excepting in the last inning, when
two errors by Joyce, at first base, al
lowed two runners to make the circuit.
Throckmorton. as usual. played first
class ball and did all the coaching. Too
bad there are not nine Of him. The
score
MoRRIsTowN. NEW YORK.