Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-07-28

ers, jealous or skep-
teal, agree that his
catch at the Polo
grounds when Cleveland was in the National League
has had parallel.
At critical stage of the game Mike Tielnan came
to bat, facing Cuppy the Cleveland pitcher, whose
worlds record for deliberateness in the box will
never be approached. In the minds of spectators
cons passed from the time hitter left the plate
fingered the ball, tied his shoe lace and surveyed
all creation in trancelike gaze. Batters either
went to sleep or got ratified; fans who entered the
park with the bloom of youth and smooth face de-
parted a la Rip Van Wrinkle. Cuppy more
Irritating than usual the day in question, and
ten thousand rooters howed their disapproval.
Herman and the other New York players tainted
and mathematical in vain When the home team
got two base, with chance to win if Tiernan
smoked the high grass New York smacked its
lips in ecstasy of joy, sentiment that developed
into hysteria Herman connected with his full
strength inshoot.
Basking in centerfeld half comatose from the
Cuppy DOPE McAleer instantly recognized this
the drive of lifetime, judged its course, and made
straight for the high fence back of and form
ing the front part of Burkevle." As Tiernan's
drive deviated hardly more than cannonball Nc
Aeer kept in mind Lots wife, and continued to
separate the atmosphere without looking his
shoulder He covered hundred and thirty feet of
turf, hustled over the rope railing, dashed
the wide road, and janmed his outstretched hand
against the "Burkeville" bulwark just Mike
Tiernan longest walop was about to kiss the same
spot Some historians aver that McAleer pucked
the horsehde pellet off the board which makes
the exploit even more astonishing.
A Hundred-Mile Strike
rTIERNAN'S swat probably travelled far if not
= farther than any hit recorded, unless except
Prank Bowermans home in Boston, which did
not touch ground for six hours and then landed at
42dst., New York city. This happened in hot
game between the Giants and Beaneaters four years
ago. McGraw's club had been having streak
of very hard luck, losing thirteen straight
games. To hold patronage at home it was i'm
perative that the Giants speedily show better
form, and McGraw hoped to stem the tide of
defeat at the expense of Tenneys tail enders
Accompanying the New York team
number of Gotham fans, among them Mrs
Charles Wilson, most famous of all
rooters, who, seated in the center of the grand A
stand, supplemented her encouragement for
the Giants with offers to bet. Boston looked
upon this sporting proposition coldly; but
when the ninth inning came and Carney tied
the for Boston with a home run, a
1naelstrom of enthusiasm swirled about the
New York woman, who gamely declined to
finch, betting every cent she had at
money. The tremendous chatting of which
she had been victim turned to admiration
Boston appreciated how unfavorable the odds
against New York. In the tenth inning
McGraw had his weakest hitters at bat-Gil-
bert, Bowerman and McGinity,-whe Ten
ney would start off at the top of the batting
list 1t also noted that Wilson remon-
strated with his wife, pointing out that the
chances were twenty to one for Giant victory.
News of all this reached the New York
bench and when Bowerman up after
Gilbert had been retired he gave nod as
though to say I'll do the best l cam Mrs.
Wilson rushed down to the press stand and
shouted, Frank, you've got to make home
run! Show them up, Frank! Put in the
same place!' The last remark alluded to n
Carneys hit, which had gone plumb through
the wide doors of a passing New York, New