The Washington herald., 1911-10-15

played on a Saturday afternoon. The huge stadium
of the National League field filed On the Phla-
dephia side of the stand the family and friends Of
Chalmers. Ordinarily for New York, this afternoon
they for Chalmers.
Three innings elapsed and the Giants had not made
hit. In the fourth they made in the fifth none,
in the sixth. seventh and eighth one each
For five innings the Philadelphias batted the ball
outside of the diamond but once. In the sixth they
made base hit In the seventh they died in two.
three order. In the eighth the stanch defence Of the
Giants broke and through errors and without a hlt
the PhiladeIphas scored once. In the ninth a long
home run gave Philadelphia its second run.
Then the New Yorks went to bat for their last
trial Where sat the friends of Chalmers there
leaned forward a woman of attractive face whose
gaze was focused on the young pitcher. Half aloud
she repeated TO herself-"1 hope they won't hope
they won't" There smiles from her neigh
bors who overheard the remark and who could
imagine with little trouble its significance.
Doyle. Snodgrass and Becker went to bat amid
the din of the spectators and departed in the dreary
silence which greets the losers.
The players slowly made their way through the
thronged field to the club house New York
fan" friend of Chalmers, toward him and
congratulated him on his fine work.
"AS often you wish, old sport he said $50
that you don't beat New York"
There is another young pitcher who belongs to
the ranks of the finds" His is Caldwell.
In the winter time he himself with the
noisy tattoo that is beaten upon the drum Of the
telegraph sounder.
The New York American League team heard of
his good work through man who had seen him
play in a league in one corner of Pennsylvania.
Caldwell was dshed out of the little league pond
before the season of 1910 was completed.
In the spring of 1911, with the other New York
players, he reported at Athens, Ga, and while the
North struggling to wreSt itself from the clutch
OF the ice king Caldwell was throwing the ball
the red fields of the Cracker State.
Il think that he will make pitcher" said wise
acre to Hal Chase.
He will make than that" the reply.
He will make ball player. Notice how he hits the
ball the and how he picks out those long fly
hits which the batters rap to him when he is prac-
tising"
Chase was right So was the other fellow Cald-
Tnl has nlada of tba nlOSt rnOliS
in the American League this 1t is quite
true that there other young pitchers in the Amer
lean League who have done well-some Of them very
we-but Caldwell graduated plump into the class
Of finds" for he jumped right out Of the pond into
the ocean. Net only can he pitch WELL Lut he fields
pretty we'll and he bats very well, and there is that
quality in his makeup which gives to believe
that the day may come when Caldwell will be a name
to be conured with in that baseball blue book, the
Guide"
Away out in the Northwestern territory, so far
out that it is impossible to go any further without
life preServer and Rthing suit there lives friend of
the owner Of the Cleveland club.
One day this friend sent hurry-up message to the
Cleveland man. There is pitcher out here" said
he, that you would better place under contract to
Cleveland If you wish great man for the future
His name is Gregg. He pitches left hand and he
can throw a curve that viii make the old globe you
used to study look like hattened pancake"
That strong and picturesque Endorsement
as to the possibility of ball player. The Cleveland
owner had great deal Of confidence in the baseball
knowledge of his coast range friend: He looked
up the record Of the player and found that he had
been going along at fast pace even for an ener-
getic and growing country like the great Northwest
So Cleveland sent for Gregg, and, after the usual
manner Of procuring ball players, after season
brought him to Ohio. At first Gregg little wild.
He missed the scent Of the pine in the air. the back
ground of towering mountains, green and
capped with snow. The nat lands Of the lake never
stopped the horizon and there was an odor Of coal
smoke in the air.
r. Gregg's Winning Record.
One day Gregg woke up and began to pitch. The
next day he pitched and won again Day after day
he continued to add victories to his credit until the
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