Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1910-08-26

with the feel1n' that all was lost, even
honor.
1.-THE first man up that innin' was
their pitcher. Rourke signaled for an
inshoot, an sent in a bowler, bein'
mad enough to bite iron. The batter
misjudged it. ! reckon he thought it
was an out. Anyway be stepped for
ward instead o. back, an the ball hit
him fair on the left arm, an | heard
the bone snap. Rourke an | got to
him first, an picked him up an car
ried him over to the bench, where the
post surgeon took charge of him.
Meanwhile the heather were dom
some fancy ragin'. Course they
thought I'd hit him a purpose, an l
reckon nothin' but the fact that they
thought the game was won kept 'em
from gettin' ugly then. They groaned
when the batter fell, an they growled
when | went back to the box.
"a substitute took first to run for
him, an we went on with the game.
The next minute l knew we had a
chance yet. The next batter let three
good ones go by, bein' too demoralized
even to fan at 'em. Next man up pop
ped a weak little fly to me, an l shot
the ball over to first an caught the
runner there before he could get back
to the bag.
when l got to the bench called
the boys around me. We've got to
win out, boys says. We've got to
do it. 1t amt likely they've got an
other good pitcher, an we've got to
win this game. Sixty runs will do it.
That's less than seven apiece. Let
every man do his duty an the devil
take the hindmost.'
ut was a scared little brown man
who went to the slab, an | could "a
yelled for joy when he tossed the first
one over. Seaver Strengthened it out
for two bases, an the populace groan-
ed some more. Henwick hit safe,
ToWnley lined one over second, Rourke
hit through short, an got home run
into the crowd. So we started.
THE truth was that first pitcher O.
theirs was the whole team. He'd
learned 'em to bat, but when it came
to feldin' an armless wonder out of
a museum could "a beat 'em. Any old
rap was good for a hit, an if one Of
'em did get the ball by accident he'd
heave it ten feet over the base. We
had 'em all in the air. The pitcher had
no curves an no speed, an we just
walked up to the plate an basted the
first ball that came along. We had
twenty-One runs when Blake, our third
baseman, was hit by a batted ball for
the first out.
ID company was standin' on it's
head by squads, an all O. Duck Muir
phys team was Begin piteous for a
chance to substitute, while the heather
stood around grindin' their teeth an
cussin' in Spanish an Tagalog.
meanwhile we went right on beat
in the ball, home runs an three bag
gers mostly. till we had thirty-nine
runs to our credit Townley was on
first then, an Rourke hit careless. The
ball rolled down an stopped at second
ahead O. Townley, an all the second
baseman had to do was pick it up an
step on the bag. That made two out
an twenty-one runs to go.
81 was next up, an hit a scorcher
straight at their shortstop. He tried to
dodge it, but it was too fast for him.
Then he let out squeal that finished
'em, as it knocked him off his legs.
After that they were more anxious to
keep out O the way O. the ball than to
get their hands on it, an we went past
the fifty mark like a Navajo horse
race, the boys pretty well blown from
runnin' bases. but wild an confident.
Il counted off the runs as they came
over the plate loud enough for every
body to hear. When the fifty-eighth
came home it left three men on bases.
an we might "a finished it right there
only the boys were so pumped they
couldn't do more than just jog from |
one bag to the next an then rest
awhile an catch their wind
1--WE had two runs to make, an Hen
wick came to bat. Any kind of a
scratch hit would tie the score, an a J
long one would win the game. Hen |
wick claimed afterward be was so |
blown be couldn't see straight. Their
pitcher was just sailin' 'em over, bein'
almost all in, an Henwick hit vicious
at the first one an missed it clean
Il yelled to him to be careful. an he .
up an famed at the next
one an missed it likewise. The pitcher