The Washington times., 1911-06-08

The Akhoord Of Swat is not dead
He lives. He breathes. He moves. Lo
he plays right field for the Nationals
Doc Gessler has been discovered. He
is the Akhoond OF Swat, rejuvenated
and back on earth to avenge all his
wrongs. He avenges at the rate Of a
couple Of avenges a day. too, yesterday
being no exception to the rule.
| Out of the four runs credited to the
Nationals yesterday the Akhoond was
responsible for three. He raised a
| beautiful homer over that right field
fence in the fourth, sending Kid FL
berfeld in ahead Of him. and in the
sixth crashed a double to right, allow
! ing the same sawed-off mite of human
| ity to repeat the exercise. The Ak
hoond sure is a vengeful cuss.
Dixie Walker, a twirler with moods,
was in a mood for winning yesterday,
despite the fact that but handful of
the dyed-in-thetwool were seated on the
benches. Furthermore. 1t was his child
ish whim to hang a coat of milky white
wash upon the visiting Naplanders. He
succeeded, too, shutting out the enemy
by a score of to 0. and allowing them
but four scattered hits. In the light
OF recent pour "OIh VI edI1lS " d.
ker person. It seems passing strange
that he should have done so we'll. But
he did, he was real big league hurler
yesterday, aided and abetted by the
Akhoond Of Swat.
Not Funny to Saffell.
When that bugle-throated chap, Z.
Lawrence Phillips, announced that Dix
lie Walker would pitch against Bland
ing-well, there were few smiles back
of Jim Saffell. Jim had his handker-
chief out himself. But the Nationals
fell on young Blanding with the piano
legs right off the reel. grabbing a run
APPARENTLY without difficulty in the OPEN
ing verse. Milan hammered one to left
and kept right on to second when
Angel" Graney delayed in transmit
ting it back to the theater of operations
surrounding the pinnacle. Herman
schaefer promptly sacrificed him to
third, and the Naplanders crowded in
close to the plate to catch Milan in
his dash for the rubber.
Ha, ha, no, ho-nothing like that in a
smaPsSed one at BARS tootsies and the
consumed lively sphere took q high
bound in the general direction Of third
base after plunking the Triple Play
Wonder where he breathes; Milan Han had had
Akhoond breezed, ending the fun.
But the Akhoond had cooked up one
OF his revenges and had 1t primed for
explosion in the fourth. Elberfeld, who
had been tipped of before leaving the
bench, drove a safety to left.
Akhoond Comes Next.
And then came the Akhoond Of Swat.
His Noble Majesty looked over the
kindly offerings of the chunky Bland
ing and then, seeing one sailing for
the center of the pan, lifted 1t, push
ing 1t with all the muscular power in
his shoulders out, out, and still farther
out until 1t had PISSED the right field
barrier and descended into the hazy
gray Of the afternoon-and the stable
yard. And the Ahkoond-fe was gal
Looping around and around and around.
score-Nationals, 8; Cleveland-ha, ha.
And so 1t came to pass that, as the
battle continued, Dixie Walker moved
the enemy down IN becoming style un-
til there was nothing to It but Dixie
and the Akhoond. Blanding looked
like q regulation HEAVIER every time un-
the Akhoond of Swat who-well, he was
In a vengeful mood, that's all.
After Ball had taken Lelivelt's pop In
the sixth Kid Elberfeld, getting another
tip from the Akhoond, waited and
walked. Then came the Akhoond, ter
rible In the might of his wallop. Bland
ing trembled on the hill, then shot In
q most niysttfytng twister. The Alshoond
reached out, swung most majestically