Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1906-10-16
WHITE SOX TEAM
WORLDS CHAMPION
f'TLses WONDERS RUN AWAY
WITH THE CUBS IN SUM-
DAYS CONTEST
PandemonIum EeIens and Mob Of
Twenty Thousand People Go Mad
Hundreds Are Outside Of Gate Try
ing to Get Information Of Progress.

.caso, ucC. lb.-Hatl the white
sox, SO baseball champions of the world.
Iney met the men of the west side in
tne sixth deciding game Of the series
on The south side grounds yesterday
ana when the twenty-seventh cub had
peen retired the score stood: Sox. s.:
cubs, Q. ' =. =
Then pandemonium reigned. Near
SOo00 men and women, mad with the
feyer OF the game, had crowded grand
stand and bleachers and overfowed in
to the field that separated players
from spectators.
Hurrah for the soxl" resounded as
the victory was made certain. The
spectators arose In their seats and the
next moment they were sweeping over
they held like herd of cattle on STAN.
pede. Ropes and chains and a close
line Of policemen proved Intellectual
barriers as they rushed on toward the
tribe Of Comiskey.
'Jones!" they shrieked and the
brainy manager Of the sox was within
their arms. They hugged him and
they threw him upon their shoulders.
darrah for Jones!" they cried and
tore at the buttons that held his uni
form together They fought for bits
OF his undershirt. They attempted
to tear his glove into hundred parts
that they might carry home bits to
keep as mementos Of series that will
go down into the history Of baseball
as a struggle without equal.
"Isbell!" they shouted and caught
at the grand second baseman Of the
sox. They raised him on high and
paid tribute to him. "White!" they
cried, and caught the tall form OF the
pitcher. "Walsh!" they yelled, and
heaved him upon their shoulders.
Were the Real Heroes.
A calm spectator, had there been one
there, would have thought those thous.
ands mad. 1t seemed that they were,
for they had forgotten everything save
the heroes they had worshipped all the
summer long had not proved idols OF
clay but baseball players who had
given good account of themselves when
the test came. Old men and men who
on the morrow would wear long and
soltmn faces were in the mob that
fought for bats and balls and caught
gloves and the clothes of the players
No need for these heroes of the dia.
mond to seek way through the vast
throng. There were thousands before
them and behind them and other thous
ands at their side who would blaze a
pathway through that multitude. And
as those players that wore the stock.
ings that had once been white filed
through the exits they came upon other
thousands Thirty-ninth street was q
sea Of humanity.
Thousands had journeyed to the park
to find the gates closed and locked and
unyielding to any argument of words
on money. Instead of retracing their
steps and spending the beautiful Sab.
bath afternoon at their homes they re.
manned In the street and depended up.
on the cheers of those within to tell
them how the fierce battle was going
and the sox fell into their hands as
they came forth. Once more were
the scenes that had been witnessed
within the park repeated without.
There was not a man in that band OF
sox who Gid not hear his name forgot.
ten oy his worshippers. Such was the
reception given the white sox, that
band so ill-termed the "hitless won
ders," the baseball champions of the
world.
Men in Gray Not chered.
At the left of the stand stood a
crowd of men in gray uniforms. They