Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-10-05
BASE BALL IN BRITAIN

HASE BALL, then, is to flourish in Eng
n land. Already the seed has been sown.
In fact. several tiny shoots have
sprouted.- Recently the Wool'ich Harsenais
and the Totten am 'Otspurs played another
four full innings of the American national
game. What difference does 1t make-what
boots it. as a matter of fact, and there must
have been a lot of ''booting' of the pail
too-that the score at the end of the four
innings was I4s to l26. or something SIM
liar in favor of the 'Otspurs and that the
game had then to be called on account VI
darkness and in the summer time IN Eng
land it's almost morning Derore II se's
| dark. too. 1t doesn't boot bit. Inc point
| is that they've made start over lm m.
ward learning how to play real9 n
| truly honest-Injun, sure-enougn game,
The .>pressmen of Great Britain VIII; OF
course have 10 learn how to report .he pa.
the United States game has taken a gen, gen,
| uine holt on the people OF the tisn. 49, -,
isle when we read something ike Ine lo.
| lowing for example, in the nahcheS'e'
Guardian: -. ,,...
The flock Of motley and notified NUTS
| that daub disgrace all over this ours win
their elephantine efforts to play pan nau d
So ance with the London Louis yes.e 80
afternoon and when 1t was all over Tue
bunch of misfit near-players that wear tne
Manchester monaker on their blouse ii ,.s
looked like a herd of buns that nau eeIi
| left out in the back yard to De raiheo anu
| slaeted on ever since last Twelfth Nlgnt
come Mart'nmas From the rap OF the
| play-ball gong the Louis made our assor.
| ment of stiffs look like layout Oh sI p
clerks from never-never-was land Inc
NUTS ran the bases like an OUTFIT OF COOK
stoves trying to plough through the jungle
| in Zambesiland. They batted IKE Passei
| of ancient ones from the home for lnoisenl
| charwomen playing for a Bingham sun
| bonnet, and their E-fat fielding looked nke
| a dress rehearsal for knockapout act.
There wasn't one member Of the NUTS tnal
| looked if he could play bean-pas LOT the
| tin-tags. and the way the Louis leu l'eiii
| to the hogs from start to finish was enough
| to make the loyal fans Of this town. VINO
| dig up their hardwrung kale year IN ana
foam at the mouth. They were the dopiest
| lot of Insecticides that ever Leaned up
against the old bamboo for the long draw,
| and the Louis had them bufaloed. tashed
| to the mast, burnt to the ground ana
anchored in the going from canape to
| crackers. If the gruesome and grisiy per
formance of maybe ball put up by the
| Nuts yesterday Is the best grade OF mer-
| chandise they've got in the barrel, the best
| thing our aggregation of phonies and four
| fiushes can do is to send in their appilca-
| tions for work us bilets or take the KING
| shilling for service in the Pun1aub' curry
| combing kinks out of elephants caudal ap-
| pendages for Manchester is a-Weary or
| EN-, and the fans here, In addition to such
| bijouterie as invalid eggs and passe pota-
| toes would fain stake the Nuts to the
| cutest and heftiest silver loving ak that
| can be purchased for money.
| Such jocular little illusions to the game
| would be bound to obtain half-Nelson
| clutch on the ina gnation of the increasing
| hories of English base ball fans and in the
| course of time the dignifed Liverpool
| Globe would, perhaps, have little items like
| the following scattered about on its sport
| ing page:
WELL, LEMONS START SOMETHING.
| 'Double-header this afternoon between
| the Liverpool Lemons and the Leeds Luna
| tics, the first game beginning at o clock
| Wild Bill Donovan, the finger recently
| bought by the Lemons from the Detroit
! Tigers, will be on the slab for the Lemons
| in the first game, and the Liverpool fans
| will be keen to take a peek at Bill, who is
| said to have everything-a swift shoot. a
| yam-dindy fade-away ball and slmerinO
| spitsky that looks like a mustard seed by
| the time the batsmen get their wicks on
| it. Smiling Al Orth, another Yankee, will
| do the heavng for the Lunatics in the first
| game, and the grinner has been all to the
| bonbons lately, that there ought to be
| some real kinkeroff tossing In the first
| game. The beavers for the second game
| of the two-header haven't been announced
| We're here to state that it's about time
| for the Lemons to take a smoke for them
| selves and inaugurate some doings.
| They've been piddling around with the
| yen-hok and the slumpsky stuff long
| enough, ana the Liverpool IdnS nave at
| length ceased to extract amusement from
| the sight of their citrons gallumphing
| around in the ballyard like a lot of fat
men taking the Kneipp cure Go to it.
| Lemons. and see If you can't climb out of
| the cellar. The way you're rugged now,
| you're jokes and screams"
Nor Is it unimaginable that. in the course
| of time, the British newspapers will be
| impelled to view with alarm and to call
a halt" upon outbreaks of umpire batting
| in various parts of the kingdom. Maybe
| an account of the running of an umpire
| like the following will eventually find its
| way into the columns Of the Yorkshire
| Gazette:
| Arbitrator Awkins. who umpired the
| game yesterday afternoon between the
| Yorkshire Yaps and the Bournemouth
Buns, must have had whole lot of conk-
| twisting things happen to him before he
| shuffled into the spangles and sung out the
| play BALI call. Maybe he had hard
| previous night. Maybe he'd eaten a passe
! canteloupe. Maybe he'd been laying up
| against the hasheesh or the bhang or the
| poppy or the mandragora or some other
| drowsy strip of the east. Whatever 1t
| was, Awkins was a rave at every angle
| of it And when they got through with
| him Awkns looked like Syrian rug ped
| dler that had butted into an Irish wake.
From where we sat, 1t looked it was COM
| ing to him. Far be 1t from us to encour-
age riotousness on the ball feld-but
| Awkins' decisions on balls and strikes
listened like something that had suddenly
| come to squirting life out on the dump.
| and that's the best we can hand him for
his work His decisions on the bases. too.
! made a noise like an inshore breeze from
! the glue works. There was nothing to 1t
| at all Awkins simply picked the game
| up. tossed it on a Satsuma tray, and slipped
| it to the Bournemouth Buns The fans
| that support the game around here are a
| sportsmanlike bunch. but they can't stand
! for this saffron stuff always. When they
/ told Awkins, after he'd made a particu-
| larly pnnkerino decision, that, in their
! opinion he didn't belong and was never
! meant, Awkins was indiscreet enough to
humble some reply to the fans thorough
| ly deserved taunt. Thereupon it hap
pened And it happened quick When it
| was over Awkins looked like deep-sea
| drumfish that had been hit on the wish
| bone nineteen times by one of the new
| transatlantic turbines and when we last
| heard of him he was headed for the west
| Of England, wearing the G-string that
| was left to him by way of apparel, and
| putting down miles in forty fiat It's sad.
| and all like that, and we hate to have to
| own up to it that we're some impetuous
| around here. But If Awkns is leaving
| IT to us. we think we can advisedly stake
| him to the tiperoff that the west Of Eng
| land is good place for him to stick