The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1913-10-10

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hit his high balls and his low with
vim and great facility, they landed on
balls fast and slow with deadly sure
ability. And John McGraw sat glumly
back with visage most lugubrious,
while wise and canny Connie Mack
was looking quite sallubrious. AS well
he might-for wouldn't you-if you
were winning 8 to Q? Who did It,
Let's see. There were Collins and
Baker and Oldring and Barry and
Murphy and Strunk; Schang, Bush
and McInnes-why every old Quaker
was there with the goods In mighty
big chunk-the next hero? the star
the supreme Luminary that shone
in the sky with dizziest CLEAN? Well,
this is the way I would answer that
query The star of the game was
the whole blooming team. When in
the seventh Bakers clout brought
Collins safely home, McGraw took
Mister Tesreau out while softly fell
the gloam-he passed like glory that
's@- Nj SSC any 81 dAOSul lHdL WAC
Rome" Then Otis Crandall took his
place but still that smuggling gang
swatted that globule on its face aid
hit it with a bang and presently a
clean home run was credited to
Schang. Twelve wnizzing hits the
Mackmen made, twelve bingles, clean
and true, there was no pitching skill
displayed could stop this lusty crew;
the ball was walloped; slammed and
fayed with yigor. 1t may be Matty
could have halted this furious attack.
! it may be that with skill exalted-Big
Six could hurl them back-but them
Athletics, calm. reliant, just laughed
at any other Giant.
Right here's where we pause, in
4 the midst of our toll to slip boquet
i to the brave Mr.. Doyle. He played
! like fiend from beginning to end and
4 worthy enough are his deeds to bt
penned. OF praise and OF glory We
give him his need for old Larry Doyle
! is a Giant indeed. He fielded like
! lightning and managed to push nice
little hit past our friend Mr.. Bush.
This here young Bush now is Eel
] Ter, believe me-is a No. Ii ain
seen much pitching that's swelle
than that young ball pitcher done
You could think he might be in ,
4 flurry--but fiurries is nix with tina
Il boy, he stands there and grins, .
should worry ?"-and then slams !
over-Oi Yoi. you think you shout,
4 catch him in slumber--that Teller, he
always awake; he's cool like a pick
! led cucumber, ne is wise, don't yo'
i make no nistake--Mack's pitchin
staff's weakened and slender.
reads In my sports magazine: there
no one but Plank and Chief BENDER
no pitchers? Say, whadda va mean
But when, you take it. "all in all
and by and large and far and nea
/ however great and grand you call tn
lad who twirls the little sphere,
isn't he whom they cheer. howeye
perfect be his throws. This Is tn
. boy to rooters dear. The guy VIII
slams it on the nose. The heroe
rise and heroes fall and sometime
last for a year on year nor in hi
F.. need OF glory small-the lad VIII
twirls the little sphere, who put hear
. strings out of gear and brings tn
!. rooters TO their toes and drives tn
l crowd to madness shere. The gu
/, who slams it on the nose. The pi .cl
I ers' battles quickly pail. however
1 wondrous they appear. though mue
Y we love the pitcher tall.-the lad VIII
r twirls the little sphere-but whe
: the cracking hit We hear It quit
Z awakes us from our doze and one an
i all we cheer or jeer the guy WI
r slams 1t on the nose.
9 we give him honor. quite sincere
the lad who twirls the little spher