The Washington times., 1911-06-01
GESSLER'S BINGLE
WINS THE GAME
Doc Smes the Pill to Right and While the New Workers
Are Bringing 1t Back Milan and Conroy Hustle
Across Plate With Winning Taes.
By SENATOR"

: Doc Gessler did it. Just before the
heavens yawned and the gales blew
upon that open stand. He snlote that
pill right betwixt the seam and the
blue lettering, and before it could be
retrieved by that red-haired chap in
New York's center garden, Clyde Milan
and William Conroy hustled across that
golden platter with the runs that won.
Yes, the Nationals copped the lone bat
tie from the KiIties by a score of to 2,
Bobby Groom holding his own against
that subterranean hurler, Jack War
hop. Ha, ha, get your laugh in right
here and thank your stars If you es-
capped the ducking that everybody got
who was out there.
In some ways 1t was a strange battle.
The first run came in as a result of a
base hit by Groom, a real, true-blue
base hit. When it happened Jeems Nc
AIeer gasped and swallowed his chew
ing gum. It came in the third. Bobby
was the first at the pan and he bingled
to center, a real bingle, too, remember.
He legged 1t along to second as Roach
tossed out Milan. Roy Hartzell grab
bed Conroy's little pop, but Jack Leli-
welt belted clean single to center and
Groom actually tailed. Hurray!
In the fourth the Highlanders scored
twice, and, with the skies lowering ana
spatters of rain coming down, 1t looked
as II we might be nosed out by the
Kilties and the elements. Roach dou-
bled to the left field seats, strange
proceeding for him. Groom didn't like
the looks Of Johnson and passed him.
Blair sacrificed and then a wild pitch let
Roach across. Warhop hoisted a long
fly to Milan and Johnson toddled across.
Then came the fifth-and Doc Cess
ler's resounding thump. Ainsmith and
Groom had died on little foul flies
The heavens were getting blacker
and blacker and the tick-tick men in
the press box were getting more and
more nervous. It's shocking, you
know, to fool with those wires In
rain storm.
Milan's Peach of a Single.
Milan came up and promptly bang
ed a peach of a single to center. Kid
Elberfeld. coaching at first, cackled
like a setting hen. He cackled some
more when "wid" Conroy came across
with another single in the same place.
The handful of brave fans were pull
ing for something before the rain
should tumble down in an avalanche.
Otis Johnson came in like house
afire for Lelivelt's bounder-and fum-
bIed it. The bases were packed when
Doc Gessler. pharmaceutical phenom,
approached the platter and the sub
terranean hurler. He caught that
pill and hammered 1t on a line over
second base, Milan and Conroy hav-
ing a merry cinch putting the Ma
tionals ahead Go ahead and laugh,
you who were not there.
The struggle went along a little
farther before the deluge. Harry
Wolter was swinging his club at the
pan in the seventh with one down
when Bull Perrine could no longer
stand the suspense and the wetness.
He called a halt for the usual thirty
minutes And then 1t poured.
No, they didn't play any more.
Water polo would have been in order
after that deluge. The Highlanders
had to swim away from their bench.
The Nationals were marooned in their
club house like Robinson Crusoes. But
McAleer's lads had copped a battle