Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-10-09
NATHEWSON'
|. WORK ABOVE
ALL PRAISE
Baseball Fans of All the World
Must Name Him Hero of
Second Game.
Bv O. B. Keller.

FITS see-who had the ball?
Oh. yes.
II For the first game of the
Worlds Series Mr.. ]. Franklin Baker
VAS elected rather unanimously as
Hero. As sub-heroes, we had Eddie
Collins and Chief Bender.
The Giants didn't win a single pre-
anct In the election. Mr.. Richard
Ie Marquis, in particular, ran very
moor race. Even his home ward went
But now we come to- the Second
Game.
IT isn't for this modest little column
to elect any hero for that second
game
It isn't for the big writer's up East,
either
II isn't for any one town or any
one State, or any one section.
It's for all the true fans in America
F for the baseball followers of the
Big World-to name the Hero, and
to uncover their hs~ds as they name
him
No title No big type. No ex-
clamation point.
Just Mathewson.
TOR years everybody has known
/ that Christy Mathewson was a
many people have ? Jlieved Mathew
son was the greatest pitcher.
But until the afternoon of Octobe
oil tho hnEf who
pinned their faith to the heart and
arm of Mathewson really knew how
great he was.
IF we had vote in the nomination
Of a Sub-Hero No 1 in the game
yesterday. we would nominate Eddie
Plank It was the grand pitching
Of the wonderful old southpaw that
struck the sparks from Mathewson'
soul Of steel-that framed the grim
background against which Mathew
sons supreme act was staged
Hats off to Eddie Plank, too.
THE supreme Act.
Twenty thousand who saw It
will never forget 1t.
We who vera E5t so fortunate must
Imagine It as best we may.
The ninth inning. The score to 0.
The Athletics at bat. The fleet-foOted
Srunk on third. Barry on second.
No one out. One run needed to win
the game probably decide the
Worlds Series of 1913. in
Mathewson pitching. .',',
r.r" -s1e
"A ATHEWSON pitching.
VA That was the final answer
Mathewson pitching.
T HE roar of hostile thousands in
the stands was nothing in the
ears Of Old Master as he faced his
Iupendous task. No one must hit
the ball beyond that closely drawn
lntield, crouching, waiting, trusting
Mathewson.
The game rode on every pitch.
And every pitch rang true.
Lapp's hit rolled straight at Wiltse
--Strunk slid to certain death at the
plate.
Planks swing turned only a soft
FOUNDERS into Wiltse's hands-Barry
was nipped between Mclean and
Herzog.
The infeld settled back in a vast
calm.
MdLheWSon was pitching.
Eddie Murphy, his Irish blood on
nfe, crowded in and dashed at the
old Observation-Disclosures took the
Feeble tap and tossed to Wiltse.
side out. No runs.
Mathewson pitching.
AND the rest of Il?
-, What wonder that grand old
EDDIE Plank yielded at last-what
wonder that Mathewson himself,
Tonting his splendid rival, should
urlye home the winning rum
what wonder that Collins broke
under the strain, and the clinching
scores came over?
what wonder that the most feared
Ilo IN oasebal's batting array-Old-
ing and Collins and Baker-went
IoWn IN order before the heart and
9laln and arm of Mathewson, in the
last stand of the White Elephants?
L CTOBER 8, 1918, in the second
-. game of the Worlds Series,
pEayed in Shibe Park, Philadelphia,
LS,n[lsty Mathewson, touched the
"'S 81, water mark in baseball pitching
~ ms name may stand without a
"t,g, above comment; above praise
MatheWson