Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-05-13
THE DIAMOND
HITS AND RUNS
 LIKE SNOW FLAKES
Smashes to Right of Them, Smash. es to Left of Them Volleyed
 and Thundered.

Somewhere in the annals of base
 ball history it was written that Jim O'Rourke at one time was the owner of a base ball team. Back in the dark ages the bards sang his praises and poets delighted to dole off his history in dactylic rhythm. Artists loved to wield their brushes in per fecting the beauty lines of the
 Bridgeport sage and magEate. Cold water orators dilated on the longevi- ty, which sat as lightly upon the head of our genial secretary as a Merry Widow hat would or does upon the blonde locks of the most ardent female fan. But cloud ob- scures the base ball horizon and those who sang his praises in their various ways have taken to the woods. It happened yesterday and Rockville was taking on the darken- ing shadows of night when the finale was announced and the curtain rang down. The slaughter had ceased and Burgess Reid's cows looked down upon that battle field and mooed in sorrow at the passing of such q base ball idol as Bridgeport Jim.
 But who was that decrepit old man that was being led through the turnstile ere the smoke of battle cleared away? Could the sprightly James H. have aged so quickly? It was he sure enough and he babbled incoherently as he tottered from the nIc T1oU old friend I can stand no more. Are those the personages that have been paying fifty per? And my own offspring in the rout, too. Would that l had taken the advice of the wise ones in my native city and paid sixty per, 1 would not low be de- serted in my declining years. But you will not forsake me, will you, my old comrade? I know back in the old days was wont to tell you that you ought to be ashamed of the team you had under your supervision, but I never realized how sore the spot was until now. Goals of fire are now falling and a rebulle from you would be the last straw. Let me to Bridgeport hie and there over my base ball memories l may receive partial comfort" Thus soliloquizing and beseeching Roger led Jim away from the field, which never in base ball history saw such harvest of runs.
 It was foregone conclusion from the very opening that Bridgeport had a bunch of lemons, but it was not even surmised that they would be squeezed so thoroughly. Nineteen safe smashes with a total of twenty four was our portion, while Bridge port, who had made only two hits up to the first. scene of slaughter, was allowed then to wallop out fourteen more, with clear total of twenty two. A total of fourteen errors was placed against both teams, with Bridgeport on the big end, carrying nine of the misplays. The game had gone along fairly well up to the fourth inning, although we had scored two in the first and one, in the second and Bridgeport had made two herself in the second That fourth inning made the score boy fall off his perch and Harry Durant mur- mured. What scene for my new comedy. Just the meat to fill up that vacuum which has bothered me so much" The chatter of the bats against the ball, the patte. of the footsteps of the fielders as they raced hither and thither, the dull thud of the leather as some sticker put his fifth rib in the way. all sound ed as sweet. music to the ears of the local magnate and made Eddie Far ley weep for very joy as he saw how easy was the picking he was going to have, and his arm still in Sunday school, too. After eleven of the locals had faced Duffy in this fourth inning and runner after runner had crossed the plate, the hook bent, so quickly was 1t used to yapk Mir Duffy out of further danger. Romer was sent into the breach, but 1t contin- ued to widen until the weary sprint CTS called a halt. Ten runs, seven hits with a total of ten, two free passes and two errors was what the scorers chalked down, and it was then that Jim. ambled humbly toward the gate. The ront continued for the fifth and sixth brought four runs each. with three hits in one and four in the other and four misplays. To make the measure full 70 overflow ing we scooped in three more in the seventh and then we sat down and watched Fafley lob them over tho plate to give the fielders . chance to earn their cash. Eddie was grilIed by his comrades for allowing this un- slaughter. but be only smiled and reminded them that their was lacking the other day when he. too. got the hook. Snch l hammering of the leather was never heard Of in professional game of base ball and many won iered if Jim o'Rourke did really be- Iieye he was in the Connecticut league or was the team he had here yesterday one he picked up on the ,and lots. Bridgeport will assuredIy l iraw flies on her next trip to this .ity. The score:
 Waterbury.