Evening journal., 1913-10-10

nd great facility, they landed on the
nst and slow with deadly sure ability,
nd John McGraw sat glumly back
9Th visage most lugubrious, while
Pffe and canny Connie Mack was
coking quite salubrious. AS we'll he
night-for wouldn't you-if you were
Winning. TO 2?
Who did it? Let's see. There we're
Collins and Baker and Oldring and
larry and Murphy and strunk;
iohang Bush and Molnnes-why
vcsy old Quaker was there with the
Gods In a mighty big chunk The
zero. The Star? The Supreme Lumi-
lary chat shone in the sky with the
hz7iss. CLEAN? Well this is the way
Eal I would answer that query The
ktal Of The came was the whole
Incoming team.
H. the seventh Bakers clout brought
.olllns safely home McGraw took
lister Tosreau while softly fell the
loam--he passed like GLORY that
vas Greece and Grandeur that was
ione"
Then Otis Crandall took his place,
ur still that smuggling gang swatted
hat elobule on it's face and hit It with
bang, and presently a clean home
u Yves credited to Schang. Twelve
Fhizzing hits the Mackmen made.
velve binglcs clean and true. there
eas no pitching skill displayed could
top this lusty crew: the ball was
salloped, slammed and fayed with
igor over newt
It may be Matty could have halted
his furious attack. il may be that
Vith skill exalted, Big Six could hurl
hem hack--but them Athletics"
aim. reliant, just laughed at any
ther Giant
Right here's where we pause. in
he midst OF our toll to slip bouquet /
the brave Mr. Doyle He played /
Ike a fend from beginning to end, /
Ind worthy enough are his deeds 70
"a penned. or praise and of glory
We give him his need. for Old Larry
boyle is a Giant indeed. He flelded
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. l. I amt
cen much pitching that's sweller than
ome that young ball pitcher done
ou could think he might be in a
lurry-but hurries is nix with that !
oy and he stands there and grins. |
! should worry y,"--and then slams Il
ver--oi yoyl You think you should
atch him in slumher-that feller.
le's always awake, he's cool like a
lickfd cucumher, he's wise, don't
ou make no misiakel ''Afack's pitch
ng stan's weakened and slender" I
cad in my sports magazine. there's
o one but plank and Chief Bender
o pitchers? Say, whadda yuh mean.
ut when you take It "all' in all" and
by and large" and wide and near"
owever great and grand you call the /
I'd who twirls the little sphere, it (
snt he whom they cheer however,
eerfect you take his throws, this is
he boy 10 rooters dear. the guy who
Hams /, on the nose"
Tho heroes rise and heroes al \
md sometimes last for year on year
aor is his need of glory small-the
ed who twirls the little sphere; but,
Fho puts heart-strirgs out of gear
nd brings the rooters 10 their toes,
nd drives the crowd 10 madness. /
heere The guy who slams it on the I
lose
These pitchers battles quickly pail |
I pwever. quondrous they appear
/ horgh much we love the pitcher tall
1.-THE lad who twirls the little
phere; but when the cracking hit
fe hear It quite awakes us from
'ur dose md one ard all we cheer
ir leer the guy who sla-- it on the
ose
We give him honor qr sincere
ne fad who twirls the little sphere.
ut greater still hi glory grows
pc guy who slams It on the nosel
And ] would point you out that
anne as quite as the moral of the
lame.