Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-06-29
National League Clubs Standing.

NEW YORK. June 2a.-Bildad, the Shu-
hite, a person Of Biblical renown. once re-
marked that slide in time saves nine. Out
upon Bildad! At best he was bush
Lacquer He probably wore no spikes on
his sandals. Consequently the basemen Of
old feared him not.
Base ball has improved since then. At
The hilltop grounds yesterday the Washing
tons got all they slid for. They sailed into
bases feet first and sidewise. They toiled
not, neither did they spin. They didn't
have to. They simply played the game
eft-handed. right-handed and cattawam-
pously all around the Yankees.
Joe Cantillon did not have to coach much
after his men made four runs In the first
inning. All he did was to stand on the
line like a toby Of ale on a Bowery bar
and shout, "T-m-n out, Come on. T-m-n
OUT This was mere information. not
coaching. The game was so easy that Joe
seldom shifted the breakfast food In his
face. One inning was enough for our tall
friend. Mr.. Moore. His curves were not IN
working order and had the pitching factory
been padlocked he would have been
knocked out Of it just the same. Brockett
took his place. and the slaughter went on.
Altogether it was one of the most dread
full massacres that has taken place here
abouts for some time.
In the first place, Washington hit the ball
all over the field. Some of the hits were
extremely lucky. but they counted just the
same. A savage grounder jumped from It's
orbit and famed the edge of Chase.s star
board ear Another one got past Elberfeld
Still another caromed from Laporte like
cannon shot.
Chase Very Erratic.
But all these things are in the game and
must be counted on. Then again the Yanks
broke Into the error column in an alarming
fashion Chase's play ran the gamut from
brilliance to butter fingers. Out In right
field Willie Keller, after running eight
miles for fly ball, muffed it. 1t was
sad and fearful mum, because II Drought
disaster In its train.
Right well was Tom Hughes. the Wash
inston pitcher. revenged on Tim Hurst and
the whole tribe of Yankees. Thursday
Hurst put Hughes off the field on account
ter and antecedents.
Yesterday Hughes. occupying the pitch
er's box, sneered a fearful sheer every
time he looked around at Tim And what
could poor Tim do but stand around like
red-faced bunion on toe and take 1t al.
So long as Hughes didn't cuss Tim was
powerless.
Hughes pitched a grand game of ball.
Maybe other teams could have hit him. but
we couldn't. The most distinguishing fea-
ture about Hughes is his length. He Is as
long pair of the devils tongs- When
he starts a curve he conceals his hand In
the clouds and then drops the ball with
great force past the noses Of the batsmen.
He is so tall that he Is doubtless a great
expense to himself when II comes 70 a
question of clothes. His tailors bills must
be fearsome.
Let us dwell briefly on his pants. for
instance. At the least calculations they
would come to 81 leg. and 80 cents for
the remainder. At least, that Is the way
he looks.
The game became so dreary in its later
stages that a whstling chorus sprang up
among the spectators, and many of them
were seen to be wrapped in slumber.
Rickey's throwing to bases was a feature
of the game. First he would apparently
try to carry away Elberfeld's leg. and next
he would throw fly out to center feld.
But how can one expect anything else,
when practice In regular games Is to be
had. You may practice throwing at
knot in backyard fence all your life and
be able to hit nine times out of ten, but a
real game is a different proposition. This
is what Hickey needs.
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