The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1910-03-14
A BASEBALL STORY
BY CHRISTY MATHEWSON

as II to throw. and I stood still Walker
first started back toward second, but
when he saw that King didn't throw
he slowed down. Brinker. walking back
TO his place at short. said 20 Walker,
'Wo'd have gotten you that time, old
boy, II King had thrown the ball For
just one fatal moment Walker turned
around TO answer Brinker's remark and
In that instant King threw the ball TO
me I hustled for the bag. or course
caught 1t and jabbed II against the
done he was out, or course, you couldn't
work that on a real live player. but We
won the game on that play because the
next batter drove out long single on
which Walker could have scored. Look
Ing at 1t one way, It was won in the
dressing room. because that's where we
fixed UP the scheme"
"It pays to keep thinking about the
game all the time, doesn't it?" COM
mented Larke,
That brought UP the other story of an
other game with Blltmore university a
couple OF years ago, which Lowell lost,
and Everson had to tell that. too.
Whole Lot of Luck.
az wasn't there" said Everson, "be-
cause it was two years ago, which was
before my time. and there was a whole
lot of luck about it, too. but IL was this
way: There were three on bases, and
two out Score was 8 to against us
and II was tho FIRST half of tho ninth,
too. Merry hit the first ball pitched for
n homer over the right field fence. and
little Willie Keefer, right fielder for
Rjtmore, who was playing we'll out
toward the fence. The grounds, were
down by the railroad and right field was
down bill and rough. Inside the fence
sloped at an agile OF 65 degrees. being
straight on the outside and covered with
signs. Willie started with the crack OF
the bat, leaped upon the slope of the
fence and started to run along IT. going
higher and higher, and Just MS the ball
was going over his head. straight as
caught the ball fairly. Then Willie went
over the fence with the ball in his mitt,
rolling over In the dirt Willie climbed
back over the fence, and the runs didn't
count. because, while the umpire couldn't
see II plainly, our fellows in the right
heachers could see Willie all the time,
to say that the ball was fairly caught
even II it did lose the game for us
And SO They Talked.
And so they talked and talked until
long after time to be in bed. and told
all the stories about the great Lowell
clubs OF the past the great pitchers
the catchers and the 1elderS. and the
Hot Stove League OF Lowell University,
10. This talking league lasted through
part OF February. by which time the
freshies who had done wonders on the
nigh school teams at home, and who had
come to Lowell with high hopes OF MAX
ing the team, had a pretty good idea of
the kind of enthusiasm and loyalty they
would have TO show TO get on the team
AT Lowell.
The night OF Hughle Jenklns's return
a bovish- looking chap. who had como
all the way from California To Lowell
university only nye months before, wrote
n long letter TO his folks back homo. and
among other things no said the boys had
begun TO talk baseball and he was going
TO try to be on the tcam, and also that
he was going to try for the position OF
pitcher. Further, that he was going TO
try for one of the Jerry Hartman prizes.
His name was Case