The Washington times., 1911-08-02

! EQualing records and establishing
new ones is but mere pastime for the
nifty Nationals these hot and muggy
afternoons out at the painted palace.
Yesterday Sir Thomas Hughes. knight
of the horsehide. carefully and with
great deftness, hung a tin can adorn-
ed with red and yellow paper about
the neck of George Stovall. He stood
the Naplanders up in a row and COW
cred them with a film savoring
strongly of whitewash. He continued
his great work OF the opening battle
OF the series and marched along neck
and neck with Vean Gregg, the best
southpaw in the American League.
nosing out at the end by a score of
l TO 0, thanks to the admirable clout-
ing of Norman Kidlets Elberfeld and
Harry GessIer. NJ. D.-meaning Mar
velous Driver-and the stellar fielding
Clarence Walker. Oh. twas some bat
tie.
This Gregg person is a pitcher. q
real, regulation pitcher, and he show
ed all his class yesterday. He forced
the Nationals to work their heads off
and nothing but the combination of
hlO ana DOC NesSleT
possible that glorious victory. He
was a trifle wild, not as smooth as
Tom Hughes. but his cross fire and his
slow ball kept the Nationals very,
very busy.
Two hits had been made off his de-
livery when the fourth parasang was
reached, Schaefer and Mcbride being
the lucky athletes to count them. Elber-
feld, dragging his lame leg behind him,
approached the pan for that fourth, and
(,IfPV thought he'd fool him with a
stepped into that pill and shot it
straight toward right center, Joe Jack
o.a son and Ted East EasteFiy FGy setting sprint
No one ever accused His Kidlets Of
belhg real runner, but he put on all
steam and landed at third in a graceful
slide through a cloud Of dust Doc
dangerous man. He caught hold IF one
to his liking, and hammered 1t II ex-
press speed down the line toward
George stovall; Bing, that pill took
right over the Naplander chiettain.
Elberfeld had passed the checking sta
ton with the run that grew larger and
larger as the combat heightened. Cess
ler got around to third but was left
higE and dry.
following that vicious swipe OF Cess
ler,s Vean Gregg became invincible
and nary another bingle was collected
and THE Powahful Mr.. Gabby'' man.
aged to coax passes from him, but they
accomplished nothing and were the only
Nationals to note the color of The paths
until the last man died in the ninth. in
other words, Gregg was Gregg during
the rest of the battle.
But II the Naplander star was earning
laurels and prizes, what Of Sir Thomas
Hughes? The old boy was showing
equal class with slightly better finish.
He walked no one in the contest and
shoots when once he was in the lead.
He played the corners with a veterans
skill, working his opponents TO the
Emit of endurance and then forcing
them to pop flies or send merry. dane
ing grounders to Elberfeld or Mcbride.
When Walker cleaned up the fray with
that magnificent running catch in the
ninth. Sir Thomas had performed for
twenty-five consecutive innings in which
he had not passed a single man, and
had given but three runs. Oh YES,
boys, Thomas Is some hurler, some
hurIer.
Fielding plays that startled and
amazed were constantly being injected
into the exhibition. George Mcbride.
with all the grace Of a leaping fawn.
went out into short left for -Olson's fly
in the first inning. and right after that
Clarence Walker displayed great feet
ness of foot in running back to the
confines for Latoie's mighty sailer.
G.. Erminie Schaefer, our operatic
frstsacker. worked his telescope arms
several times during the battle to gath
er in low and high tosses that threat
ened to get away from him. Conroy
made him do circus high jump in