Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-05-13
NOTES FROM ST. LOUIS PAPERS.

Pickering handled Nils drive prettily in
the seventh, and held an ugly locker to
single.
Old Lave Cross looks fieshy and well
this spring and has lost not one whit Of
his spryness. 1t Is about his twenty-third
season In big leagues -..
Niles and Wallace hit Graham a mile.
Stone and HemphiIl could not hit him
yard That's the base ball that Is killing
McAleer.
Anderson almost tore the right arm OF
Yeager with a drive in the ninth. Joseph
made a game drive at 1t, but 1t caromed OF
his wrist to the fence for two bases.
Warmers mask clogged his feet for
twenty yards when he was chasing Hemp
hills fly In the eighth. Then he picked
1t neatly of the wire screen in front Of
the press box.
A soft-spirited man is this young Ora
ham, who pitched for Washington yester-
day. but he threw nothing to puzzle the
most fatuous Of batting fools. He hit some
and stepped lively on the bags.
Warner got a single In the third when he
all but missed a slow, low curve and hit a
posted 1t over with one hand, but Warner
beat the throw.
It's Ill manners to discourse over the ex-
teriors OF a gentleman, but Joe Cantillon.
the new manager Of the Washington club
prospects favorably in the way Of tallow.
Joseph Is fair and rudy. fat, fussy and
not above polo pony standard, 142 at the
withers.
Howell laid a violent bat on a careless
curve in the third and walloped 1t over
Alt!zers head. Sharp fielding by Mil held
1t to single. for 1t was a ringing whack.
The same slow curve. however. beat Hemp
hill and Pickering They caught 1t on the
bat end for files to left.
Hughes caught the first ball Morgan
threw him in the eighth. and derricked up
| a most tremendously high fly over the
right field fence. 1t Is a rare long drive
too for a righthanded hitter, but this bali
was mile high when II crossed the wall
Hughes did the same thing last season in
this park.
McAleer was a "sore duck in the sixth.
when Pickering and a few others muddled
the curses that madded Hecuba did give
the Greeks, and few special brands of
his own making to boot. Pickering swears
he was ne'er so bethumped with words
since first he called his mothers husband
dad"
Washington has a nifty uniform. Hedges
likes 1t. and says that X 1t wears we'll he
will copy It. 1t is black and white. whereas
the Browns home suits are white and
black. Reversed. that's the way Hedges
wants 1t for the road, providing the black
win stay black and not perspire into q
brown.
That slow ball of Howelrs was about
schlatiy's waist. but there was no waste
of opportunities about the Senator In
deed. no. He was in the ways of thrift
He spied entertainment and profit In It,
noted Its air of craving. its leer of invita-
Of its familiar style. and the hardest voice
OF its behavior which said to him as plainly
as a ball can speak: II am q home run"
And she WAS
Mig Perrine's many friends were sorry
to see him numbered among the missing.
Schlafly Is captain Of the Nationals. and in
the morning Cantillon intended working
stuck the coast boy In. His homer sure
helped matters for his side.
,, Howell mi missed double play in the third
| banged one at him. He shot low to Wal
| lace, who dropped the ball. picked II up
In time to get Warner. but not to stop the
man at hrst Graham stole forthwith.
Sheridan giving him the benefit Of q close
decision. Then c. Jones picked a slow one
very prettily and hinged It over third for
| a long single, which scored Graham and
tied II up.
1t was bad pitching Thursday. Also bad
| fielding. Niles started to settle Howell
| and Schlafiy did the rest. The main fault
| of the home teams play Is that II isn't do
| ing thing on the bases. The men have
| got to be hit around. With Washington,
| and with every other team that has called,
| Is more or less life on the sacks: the hit
| and run; the squeeze, and sundry other
gags: but with our boys 1t Is nothing but
| the old army game.
We pictured the Nationals easy. We
| thought our boys due to uncork CLASSY
| stunt. We thought here II IL that we start
| a winning streak: but our hopes were
smashed Into Ismhhereens. The Nationals