Evening journal., 1913-10-10

rDDTT his high balls anc
his low with vim
nd great facility, they landed on the
asst and slow with deadly sure ability,
nd John MoGraw sat glumly back
eth visage most lugutrious, while
Piss and canny Connie Mack was
ooking quite salubrious. AS well he
nisht-for wouldn't you-if you were
rnning. 8 TO .?
Who did It? Let's see. There were
Collins and Baker and Oldring and
larry and Murphy and Strunk;
ohang. Bush and McInnes-why
very old Quaker was there with the
GODS in q mighty big chunk The
ierog The Star? The Supreme Lumi-
.ary that shone in the sky with the
lizzest glesmg Well this is the way
hat I would answer that query. The
ltlr Of The came was the whole
Incoming team.
IN the seventh Bakers clout brought
'ollns safely home. McGraw took
lister Tesreau while softly fell the
doam--he passed like GLORY that
.ees Greece and Grandeur that was
iome."
Then Otis Crandall took his place,
ut still that smuggling gang swatted
lat globuie on its face and hit IL with
bang, and presently q clean home
u1 was credited to Schang Twelve
1hizzing hits the MaCkmen made,
Nelve hingles clean and true, there
vas no pitching skill displayed could
top this lusty crew; the ball was
galloped, slammed and fiayed with
igor ever newt
It may be Mntty could have halted
his furious attack Il may be that
With skill exalted Big Six could hurl
hem back-but them Athletics"
aim, reliant, just laughed at any
lther Giant
Right here's where We pause, in
he midst Of our toll to slip a bouquet
the brave Mr.. Doyle. He played
Ike a fend from beginning 10 end,
Ind worthy enough are his deeds to
ie penned OF praise end of glory
sc give him his need, for Old Larry
Doyle is a Giant indeed. He tlelded
Ike lightning and managed to push
nice little hit past our friend, Mr..
lush.
This here, now. young Bush. is a
Filler. belive me; is A No. /. I amt
cen much pitching that's sweller than
ONE that young ball pitcher done;
'ou could think me might be in a
lurry-but hurries is nix with that
oy. and he stands there and grins.
should worryi"-and then slams II
ver-oi yoy. You think you should
atch him In slumber-that Teller.
les always awake. he's cool like a
lickled cucumber. he's wise, don't
ou make. no ruistakei "Macks pitch
ng stairs weakened and slender" I
cad in my sports magazine. there's
O one but plank and Chief Bender
O pitchers2 Say, whadda yuh mean.
ut when you take II "all in all" and
by and large" and wide and near"
3 iowever great and grand you call the
I'D who twirls the little sphere. IL
bnt he whom they cheer. however,
lerfect you take his throws. this is
he boy to rooters dear. the guy who |
hans Il on the nose"
Tho heroes rise and heroes Ill /
nd sometimes last for year on year /
Tor is his need of glory small-the /
I'd who twirls the little sphere: but. |
rho puts heart-strirgs out OF gear /
nd brings the rooters 10 their toes |
I'D drives the crowd TO madness, !
heer2 The guy who slams it on the
ose.
81 These pitchers battles quickly pail.
pvever, quondrous they appear
horgh much we love the pitcher tall
1.-The lad who twirls the little
phere but when the cracking hit
le hear, It quite awakes US from
ar dose end one ard all we cheer
Z ieer the guy who sla. Il on the
ose.
We give him honor qr'' sincere
ae lad who twirls the little sphere.
ut greater still hi glory grows
Pc guy who slams It on the nosel
And I would point you out that
anne as quite as the moral Of the
anne