The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-07-05
SORROW SITS ON
BASEBALL ROOST
HOLIDAY GAMES WENT TO ST.
PAUL OUTFIT.
Mr.. Watkins Battered-up Team, De-
moralized by Oyler's Absence, Could
Not Hold the Men from the Pillbox
Diamond of St. Paul-Showers
Sandwiched with Sorrow.
RX O'Louqhlln,

This Is the day when our baseball harps
are hung at half-mast on the willow trees,
and our head Is iguratively hung between
our knees. We have donned the sackcloth
Of repentance for premature pride ana
are heaping upon our swollen heads the
ashes of vain regret and self-accusation.
Yesterday. morning we held our head Abort.
forgetting that he who is down need fear
no fall. We fell, and so blooming hard
that our back teeth still on edge and
the debris Of the cataolysm Is still rain
ing in the adjacent counties. From a
baseball standpoint we were shot from
the small end of the horn with the speed
of wireless telegram, and the JUNCTION of
yellow-legged chicken. We know when we
have had enough. We have had 1t.
The story Of the massacre OF Mountain
Meadows reads as peacefully as selec-
tion from the Thoughts Of Walter Pater,
as compared with the story Of yesterday s
wrongs We are a first division team right
now and, despite this fact, must see our
flag trampled In the dust by bunch OF
hybrid misf1ts from the suburb which lies
a little so by so'east Lemons lubburs
have no excuse in the world to beat the
millers. but the sad fact that they did
twice-stioks up like that wart on your
chin that the talkative barber never falls
to remove. There Is little explanation save
TO point at the lineup Of yesterdays game
and say we were crippled, but that doesn't
help in the percentage column. When we
get in shape there turks desire in the
heart Of every soul smitten fan to see the
millers kick the st. Paul team-S,0 900 mule
power-out of the hitherwhere into the
yon. But, without excuses, we must
gather at the fountain and quote "he who
would wear the golden spurs must wiz
them" altho we do hate to see them worr
by scratch victors.
The sorrows Of the morning game were
recited yesterday. In the afternoon Oylel
was yanked from the bench, sore thumb
and all, and put in the game. He helped
some, but when the rain began to fall the
saints began to pound the pill. Ever.
time miller started for the ball he slit
seven feet the other way, while those o
the aureole scrambled to first base like
mad live catfish In larded skillet. Thi
kept up until Minneapolis was too IA
in the rear even to swear at the lea,
mule. The locals played a hard game be
tween showers. but errors and timely hit
told against them. The errors were many
but it must be said that they were mad
by the players accepting long chances
Such errors are hardly to be cherishe
against the players. Ford was on the rub
Der and while he held the pirates of pilse
to seven hits those were too much bunc
of grapes and caused trouble. Chech wa
more liberal and allowed eight hits, bu
they were scattered. Oyler drew two hits
and with his damaged hand, did all h
could to help along, but that was little
The kibosh was on us from the time tn
sun came up III the morning until 1t hid 1t
head in shame at night The miller
could not have won with McGinnity an
Phelps, Lajo1e and.Bransfleld in the game
There is no use weeping over spilled mill
but we do hate to have 1t soil the Fourt
of July carpet as it did. Following is til
story as told by st. Paul scorer: