The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1912-10-12
Recites How New York
Pitcher Was Barred
From Batting.
CRUSHING BLOW a..
DEALT BY McGRAW
Times Writer Bares Wonderful
Emotions OF Strong, Brown.
I ed Giant. .,'
BY EDWARD LYELL FOX.

By EDWARD LYELL FOX.
BOSTON, Mass, Oct. 12.-This is
a story Of opportunity lost-of won
derful emotions, stirred for nausht--
a drama Of slowly kindling anger
burned In vain, and the character is
Tesreau--thick bodied, bulging
browed Tesreau, about whom you
have heard and shall hear more.
Now. had McGraw been a ferrero,
been director of reused men, the
story would be different. II would
compel a tale OF bitter tumultuous,
grievance harassed to a purpose and
over brewing all. But McGraw Is
none OF the ferrero skill, at turning
the raging soul into an agency OF
destruction.
No Ferrero To Lead.
So was opportunity lost, and just as
| dark skinned demons, red eyed, STUN
| bling over Spain a blazing torch lifted,
| 80 did the burly Tesreau blink. STUN
bic. and rave, but to no purpose. For
| no ferrero came to lead him to employ
| cunningly the strange frenzy that once
ruling a certain kind Of man renders
him mighty. all-conquering.
| To me this was the inner story of the
game. a story so remote as to be I'm
usually fascinating. The tense fighting
OF the teams was obvious. The untir-
ing onslaughts OF the Giants against de-
Tense they could not break down was
apparent. The mastery of Boston. once
boyish Wood took command. was ex-
pected, but the transition Of Tesreau
| from a stolid, sturdy automan to a
battery OF nerves. more fnely strung
J than Marauard's. that was different.
Tesreau Is Cheered.
| Also. being SO It caught and held me
| as nothing has done in a baseball park
since day I remember when the In
| domitable Jennings, by sheer person.
ality alone. brought his Tigers from
| utter rout to red victory. and SO begins
| a tale Of what was-what might have
been.
Dark, drifting clouds. damp with rain,
were rolling out of the east as a man In
| blue faced the grandstand and shouted
| that Tesreau was to pitch. Then the
| man darted away and the wide form Of
| Tesreau rose above the dugout, was mo-
] tionless a moment. bent down to hear
something McGraw was saying, and then
| swung across the diamond with conf
| dence. As he went there began In back.
| in the recesses OF the stand, a rattle of
hand, clapping, a sharp stacatto sound
| ha m VT m, Of ArttF
Tesreau, knowing the good will that II
bore. feeling the confidence that thou
sands felt In him, was glad. Smiling
| happily, he sent the ball whirling to-
| this chance to relieve oneself. to De at
! Boston after they had beaten him; a
. chance, too, he thought, with the dark
| day aiding him, making his speed more
men But now he saw Hooper. hrst
| of the Red Legs, coming to the plate
| and grinning as he came. for Hooper
had shouted something to the bench and
the Boston coacher on third was crying
1t to the Giants.
Just Like Year Ago.
Dark day like this year ago. wasn't
it," chanted the coacher. Just the
same kind OF day when Baker put the
ball in your grandstand over there"
Tesreau, hearing this, laughed, to show
his confidence. A moment later. though,
Hooper pounded hit past his feet, a
scornful hit that seemed to dare Tes-
reau to stop It: sent the ball skipping
far out to Snodgress In center field. But
at the sight of those red legs dancing
off first the sneer of Hooper's face, a
new personality came to the passive
young giant OF the mountains, slow
dawning OF humiliation, of the venge-
! ance that IL merited
| Angry, he gripped the bail-fac cd
Speaker Lewis-drew back that thick
| arm, again, again until the inning done
| he let Boston. scoreless take the field.
SO had fash lit his eyes, a CULVER
Ing of muscles shown In his face. How
he passed from one inning to the nav:
you know. How In the second aftg,
irrepressible Gardner crashing the boil
thence to continue this race to home
on wild pitch. you have read. How
| that bunder. that breaking of over
wrought nerves. Visible In the uncon.
IL for you to imagine.
Tesreau Fought Hard.
Remember that. with Hooper and
Herkes straining at the leach in the
third with lot of them ready to tear
home on hit that II seemed nothing
could stop, Tesreau fought as man
beside himself and giving blow for
blow. beat down the heaviest hitters
OF the Boston team. again battling Them
runless, remember too that only an I'M
lucky bound of Cady's hit brought n
score against him In the fourth that
| IN the sixth and seventh he made four
OF the six outs, bowling over men by
this terrific pitching as chan In wind,
consider that weak batter himself he
| faced the great Wood an half inning
later, squared his jaws and lined the
ball as Zimmerman would have lined
II. All these things remember the iran
ne umoconscious rm,ino hi,n ehie tn ac.
complsh almost the impossible, and
now see how 1t was all thrown away.
Grim as the living circle that sur
rounded them, bristling with the spirit
that Tesreau had given them, the