The Washington times., 1911-07-28
TIGERS FEAST ON
WALTER JOHNSON
Nationals Get One Run To Seven In Last Session With
Detroit, And Throng Of the Maniacs See
Kansan Badly Mangled.
By SENATOR"

A goodly throng of baseball bugs and
lady bugs visited the painted palace or
Florida avenue yesterday and saw Wal
ter johnson torn and fearfully mangled
by a bunch of Tigers, the final tally be.
ing to l, in favor OF the Tigers. II
the writer ever called them Pussies, he
must have been seeing things through a
glass darkly. No, those Detroiters are
not Pussies, but real, union-made Tig-
ers, each one warranted to eat four mer
before breakfast and a new one handed
out in case of failure within a year
Yep, they're regular Tigers, all right
all right.
Looking For Victory.
When Walter Smokeball johnson, Ida
no hurler, strides to the hillock, we look
for victory. We're looking yet for yes
terday's. The demon of the pinnacle
swung along beautifully for five innings
and then the middle of his support
caved in, the edges curled up like straw
mating, and the Tigers leaped upon the
body of the Coffeyvifle critter and tore
him into shreds. Indeed, it was with
difficulty that he was sewed up and
able to continue.
Edgar Willett, husky writer of soulful
verses and mighty sWinger Of the elus-
i've Pill, careened along like a champion.
keeping the Nationals working their
hardest and yet always failing to come
through with the winning stuff. Edgar
was real peevish when 1t came to scores,
though generous enough with his prof
fered singles. Not till the final parasang
were the Nationals able to shove a man
around to the mystic five points, SO
skillful was said Edgar.
But that sixth, whew! It started SIM
ply with poor luck, for Walter Smoke
ball was going along excellently. He
started by whiting Willett, but Jones
peeled off a neat single to short left that
''Red' Walker couldn't quite get,
though he strained his shoe laces trying.
That made the peerless hurler a bit
nervous and he walked Bush. Then he
stuck up his fin and just prevented Nc
Bride from getting Cobb's high. bounce
over the hillock. The corners were
crowded and Hughey Jennings was
gargling to beat the band for something
In the guise of a real hit.
Crawford a Doer.
Whenever Sam Crawford shows up
in a pinch, crawl into your subcellar
and stick your head under a bushel
He does things. He did yesterday. He
Just punched a solid belt to right that
sent Jones and Bush flying across the
platter. Doc Gessler thought he might
nail T. Raymond chasing himself into
third, but the leather hit the Georgia
peach in the scruff of the neck, rolling
to short left and letting the Ralston
rambler follow Bush over the dish.
Meanwhile, Samuel Crawford, esq, went
down to third on the toss to the pan.
Gee, what a change had come over the
the throng sitting in the green seats Of
the painted palace!
Jim Delehanty, once the pride of our
happy home, came to life with a fly
that fell unrescued between the on
rushing Kid Elberfeld and the tncom-
ing Harry Gessler. Furthermore, the
ball rolled to the pavilion and Crawford
scored and Delehanty romped upon his
way as far as the third sack. Frenchy
lost his breath and Jim Saffel buried
his onse in the water bucket beside the
ticking wire. Jim has a tender heart.
Clyde Milan came in like the chariot
horses in the circus, galloping with the
speed of the wind, but he dropped
Moriarty's fly even as he got his fingers
upon It. Wasn't 1t a shame to do that,
with his "roomie' standing there in the
box accomplishing? Delehanty imme-
diately sailed over for the fifth run.
Makes 1t a Count.
A wild pitch put Moriarty on third.
after he had stolen second, and he
counted while 'Dorf'' Ainsmith was
staggered around under Stanage's sky
offering, and it was over, but not for
gotten. The Tigers were leading by six
runs to q round thing.
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