Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-01-16
PRESIDENT LYNCH
RECALLS EARLY DAYS
Plenty of Batting When the
Old Detroits and Chi
Cages Got Together.
~ W. 4. PHEI.A\.

NEW YORK, January 15.-"I suppose
first and last, I saw some thousands oil
, ball games during my career said
President Thomas J. Lynch, the new ex-
/ ecutive OF the National League, as he
sat comfortably in his Office chair. Each
of them WAS marked by some incident
some special feature; each had its own
peculiar interest and its own particular
! memory. l believe there was never ball
| game yet in which something didn't hap
pen that never happened in any other
game ever played before. Ball games
have distinctive individuality, 50 tc
speak Ask any old player, recall any
| incident of any one game in all thai
F.. he may have played, and see how quickly
he will recall that happening and how
accurately he can correct any error il
| the narration.
| Among all the multitude Of games ir
which I umpired one wild matinee juts
| out in my recollection like a red flag
over a green pasture. That game was
played some twenty-five years ago at the
| old West Side Park in Chicago, with the
/ old Detroits ptted against Anson's Stone
/ wall Champions, and that game was thu
! limit Also some beyond the limit.
| don't remember any to surpaSs ii.
THAT good old park had brick wall:
on each side of the field, and those wall:
were a great deal closer than any fences
+ in the big leagues now. Crowds were
! not so large in those days, and the.
/ buiu parks on smaller scale. 4 hi
! over either the right or left field wall /!
the old park was a home run. and thu
way Anson's men had their artiller,
trained on those red walls was crime.
ION this particular afternoon Detro
! started with blaze of hits, and one o
the big four-I forget whether White OF
| Brouthers. one Of the two-slammed q
drive over the wall with two on base
Three runs in the first inning. Anson':
men turned i'm furiouSiy and began tt
melt Lady Baldwin, the old-time left
handler like wild men, Pretty soon the
bases were full. Ed Williamson stepped
into one OF Baldwin's fast curves, and Il
passed over the red brick barrier. -Four
runs.
".Get ut them, you fellows!' howlet
| Ned HanIon, and the Detroits started {
perfect fusillade i'm the second round
Bases full: two gone. Sam Thompson up
Blipp! over the wall. That made it
to f.
Uncle Arson was red as beet. HI
howIed and raved: he whooped ant
ifumed. The StOnewall Champions were {
| long way from being beaten. Bang
bang, biff. bin! Once more the sack:
were full. l think, though / would no
swear to it, that 1t was Mike Kelly who
hit over the wall this time. and rount
came the whole procession.
'Tt was to 7. with two innings gone
The Detroits We're game. and Anson's
men full Of fire. Baldwin had enough. ant
was elected amid the merry boots of thu
ipopulace. Two of Anson's pitchers haG
fallen by the wayside. and everybod,
was still batting.
Charlie Getzein-'the Pretzel'-went il
for Detroit He stopped the hitting-fo1
a moment. When Detroit took the wal
club il was Getz's turn to bat, and the
Pretzel drove noble swat far dowI
deep left field. By great sprinting AND
throwing they stopped Getz at third
There he stuck. delighted beyond meas
ure at his own swat, and Srinning likt
d Cheshire cat.
LAS the pitcher wound up, Getzein, still
Growing and whooping. jumped up ant
down and ran off the base. Zing.-th,
ball was in Tom Burns iron grip, and IL
Getzein's ribs. The Pretzel was out
caught off third at most critical periot
of the game.
How the Detroits raved and screamed
They surrounded GetZein with cries q
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