Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-10-18

around. l have just got an impression
l wish the players would not chew gum.
it looks TO a new chum like the writer
undignitied to see a man you are per-
haps cheering loudly masticating bit of
a calfS foot or donkey's heel, for God
knows what the stuff is made from.
Herzog for the Giants tried to make
second base after safe run into first,
and pays the penalty of rashness. The
next man goes out, and now we are in
for the sixth inning, and still only one
point scored.
There is nothing to report in the .Ath-
letics' sixth inning. the pitching is too
good. There are lots of ham sandwiches
and mustard flying around, but no drinks.
/ think we Britishers are thirstier than
You. I could do a long beer very we'll. Or
even a cold soda. l wish the Athletics
had a prettier dress: certainly 1t Is work
manlke. put it is real ugly, and they are
such fine fellows, they would show off a
nice EtOr blue or a salmon color to real
advantage. This is the time We all rise
and stretch our legs. / wonder who
gives the signal, because every one rises
al once at no particular time.
think it comes from the bleachers and
we all follow suit. Come on lucky seven
and show us some sport in this inning.
Well. here we are, Baker of the Athletics.
gets to first on nice hit, and Is re-
minded by the crowd that today Is Tues
day. not Monday, meaning. l suppose, he
can't expect a home run every day; but
Mathewson's pitching can't be beat, so
far. and the New Workers now go In and
a fine hit by Doyle disappoints us by
just, only just. being foul. and eventu-
ally he goes out, having made his strikes
without materialiZing l have made up
my mind to read Shakespeare tonight. 1
think a 'Midsummer's Night Dream" to
try and get some new base ball vernacu-
lar, so look out tomorrow for tongue
twisters.
Murray of New York has just got into
second base. and onto third. Next strike,
bat all to no purpose, and we move on
to the last inning, but one. America II
crowds are much more orderly than ours.
There is not nearly so much chipping and
chaff. perhaps it is because the game is
shorter, and you have no time to discover
to suit your eyeba.ls, and that the shape
of his hat or the size of his feet displease
you, as we do at home, and get tit for
tat. the other fellow dislking our voice.
etc. Lapp of Philadelphia makes fine
hit, and gets to first base. and pushes
Barry into third, but on the next hit by
Coom1os. Barry essays a run hhne. which
would probably have sealed victory to
Philadelphia, but gets thrown ont. Lord,
through an error. gets first base, and
Lapp. after an exciting lambs jumping
competition over and over again, gets
put out, leaving Coombs on second base.
and the Giants try and put him out on a
stealer. but the umpire gives him in. a
ton Of the audience. However, the Ath-
letics arc out, and New Workers cheer
madly.
They have only one more inning to
win. New York makes no improvement
in the eighth, and now we move on to
the last, and still back Philadelphia for
richer or poorer. They are far and away
best uphill players, but we shall soon
see. Their first mans out to a short
stop catch. and Lefthander Baker is the
Quaker hope. Great Scott. he has got it
again. Another Monday-another home
run-fans mad. even your cold-blooded
Scot reporter is wild. He fancied the
Quakers all through. It's going to be a
wonderfully exciting finish. The very
next ball and there's fine hit by Muir
ply. but it's a foul ball. but he gets it
again, and goes to second base on a
muffed ball and now Murphy reaches
third on just right hit by Davis. Too
bad Barry gets put out. Hopes are
dashed. At best, Philadelphia for the
moment has got the worst end of the
deal with New York-even with her and
one inning in hand. Coombs of the Ath-