The Lexington intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1901-1949, 1909-07-31
ELKS ECLIPSED
Wellington Wins by Wonderful Work.
manShip.


Those misguided fans whom we
claim as our citizens and who neg
lected to present their countenanoes
at the Wellington-Lexington base
ball battle Thursday at the Oneida
street amphitheater where the grass
grows green and the seats are cal
lous, are today minus the mirage of
one of the toughest and tug-of-war-
like set.tos that has ever been
fought out on the above mentioned
grounds. After nine chapters of the
dizziest kind of rushing to and fro,
the Wellingtonians succeeded in di-
gesting the melee, the score was 3 to
?, and the graphaphone played
who'd Thunk It."
The team which bears the name of
the animals which roam the woods
and run like deer, rang up the cur
tain with an entire change of pro.
gram and a different cast of
characters. There we're only few
OF the old Elks on the team, but at a
glance the lineup looked strong,
Professor Cleveland Te-hune, the
eminent HEAVIER and bewileerer of
mankind, was issued stage call to
try his luck at fooling the wise
Wellington Wonders and his was a
deed well done. AS for the others
at the back OF Mr.. Te-hune, some
excepted, theirs was indeed far from
being done so brown. The boys from
the West damned Jarboe for only
two safe ones and he administered FIVE
whiffs to the bunch from upstream.
Wellington scored all of its runs
from overthrows, errors and low
chucks. The Wellingtonians scored
one tally early in the fray and the
scored stood thusly until the fifth
when our lads began to wake up to
the tact that they were thirsty.
With a man on first, Jim Kinkead
slammed his sapling against the bean
for triple, scoring Sturgis. Jim
later scored on clout too hot to
handle without asbestos mits, be-
tween second and third. This
represented the sum total of the
sacks circled for the town team.
Wellington grabbed her remaining
two some time during the latter part
of the race. Hicklin was on the job
as man behind the gun for the enemy
and his also was deed well done,
Hicklin was puzzling puzzle to a
good many of out base ballists and
he is credited with twelve empty
atmospheric plunges by the boys who
are handling Lexington's end of the
national delight. Hicklln's gener-
osity was confined to three nicely
scattered blows.
The fans had the opportunity OF
seeing the we'll known and pathetic
sprout from some poets pen entitled
"Casey at the Bat" acted in realty
almost. In the last half of the con-
GLIDING session, Hicklin who had been
working pretty hard and was taking
a nice plunge in the surf caused by
his own spiration, faced the plate
for the next victim and then became
limp as rag. Charlie Kinkead had
been showed in at the last moment
and there he loomed out against the
horizon, completely hiding the catch
er. That seemed to Hicklin a very
discouraging spectacle and he with
out furthur ado started for the side
lines, declaring that he was tired of
life and wanted TO end it all. he
was finally induced to pitch the base
ball and as the felders crouched in
expectation of sizzling pellet
dashing from the two-by-four which
Charlie was welding, Mr. Hicklin
was lining the three straight ones
across the plate which blasted
Charles hopes in a twinkling.
Then the spectators left.