Truth. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1901-1908, 1905-05-27
GOOD BALL GAM ES.

does New York, Boston, Chicago,
Philadelphia, St. Louis, or any of the
larger cities in the big leagues. Both
in Salt Lake City and in Ogden the
people turn out to see the contests,
and turn out in thousands. For in
stance, there were seven thousand
glad, jubilant people at the game Sun
day, when the Salt Lake team, assisted
by the crowd, walloped the umpire
and Spokane to the tune of to A.
Like the towns in the National League
and the American Association, Utah's
cities have rotten umpires. No mat
ter where you go, or in what vicinity
you happen to hang your hat, the UNI
pire always Is rotten, when 1t comes
to giving decisions against the home
team. You have no doubt noticed
that.
The game last Saturday ought to
have been won by Salt Lake, and
would have been but for hard luck.
Some way or other the boys didn't
work together, although as individ-
uals they toiled like beavers. They
fielded, hit, run bases and coached
each other like the veterans they are,
and did their very best, but it was no
go. They lost the game by a score of
to 3. 1t was tough luck. However,
the people stood for it, and went home
saying I'VE will win tomorrow" We
did.
We started getting home runs in
the second inning. Thornton, the
large, handsome boy who holds down
first base for Salt Lake, began by hit
ting one over the second baseman
into the middle field. Leahy followed
him with single. Tozer smashed
one to the infield and Thornton was
caught at third, Tozer getting to first
on the out. Haynes swiped the ball q
good clout and Leahy scored and we
all arose to our feet and shouted until
the air vibrated. 1t looked good to
everybody. Spokane made run in
the fourth, but so did we, so there was
no harm done. Everybody in the
grand stand, on the bleachers and out
in the lucern was happy. But in the
fifth Oh, mamma! There Is where
the umpire, person named McRae,
gave us the worst of it. There is
where McRae, by the way, came near
losing his block, for syndicate of
young men over on the east side of
the grounds had to be suppressed by
the police, else they would have walk
ed over and climbed his frame with
out the aid of ladders. Raymond, Of
Spokane, hit a fly to Carney, who
muffed it. He never did a thing like
that before in his life, but he muffed
it. Ferris made single. Baxter came
to bat and drove long hit to left, so
far to left, in fact, that it fell out
side the foul lines six feet and every
one, Reilly included, thought it was a
foul and made no great efforts to field
it. But McRea, the peccable freak,
declared it fair ball and two runs
came in. Oh, but there were doings.
People threw epithets at McRae and
Leahy, who is Irish, and Reilly, who is
also Irish said things to him. "Agnes'
Raymond, the shortstop for the visi-
tors, came in to say something in be-
half of the umpire, but got such
fierce roasting he was glad to go back.
The crowd called the umpire caitiff,
scoundrel, villain, miscreant, robber,
wretch, reptile, serpent basilisk, mon
ster, hell-hound, scamp, rip, renegade,
ruffian, outlaw, loafer, sneak, rascal
ion varlet clown, loon, scum OF the
earth and intimated that he was bad
man from bad town and his ancestors
were animals. But he wouldn't change
his decision, so we had to sit down
and get satisfaction by roasting every
decision he made afterward, which we
did with great vehemence and energy