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.
By o. B. Keller.
ET'S see-who had the ball?

FITS see-who had the ball?
Oh. yes.
IL For the first game of the
Worlds Series Mr.. ]. Franklin Baker
WAS elected rather unanimously as
Hero. As sub-heroes, we had Eddie
Collins and Chief Bender.
The Giants didn't win a single pre-
r,nct In the election Mr.. Richard
IL MARQUIS, in particular, ran a very
moor race. Even his home ward went
against him.
But now we come to the Second
Game.
In isn't for this modest little column
Il TO elect any hero for that second
game.
either.
II isn't for any one town or any
one State or any one section.
IFS for all the true fans in America
for the baseball followers of the
Big world-to name the Hero, and
TO uncover their he@ds as they name
him
Mathewson.
No title. No big type. No ex-
clamation point.
Just Mathewson.
TOR years everybody has known
II that Christy Msthewson was a
great pitcher. For Years a great
many people have ? Ilieved Mathew
son was the greatest pitcher.
But until the afternoon Of Octobe
s. 1918, not one of all the host who
pinned their faith to the heart and
arm Of Mathewson really knew how
great ne was.
IF We had a vote in the nomination
/ Of a Sub Hero No. 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's
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 1t
will never forget 1t.
We who vera NO so fortunate must
imagine It as best we may.
AAl' lllllLll llllll4lSs L llC CCOI Z " " VI
The Athletics at bat. The fleet footed
No one out. One run needed to win
the game probably decide the
Worlds Series of 1918. t-.
Mathewson pitching.
M ATHEWSON pitching.
vi That was the final answer
Nathewson pitching.
T He roar of hostile thousands in
the stands was nothing IN the
ears Of Old Master as he faced his
S,upendOus task No one must hit
the BAH beyond that closely drawn
inteld, crouching, waiting, trusting
Mathewson.
The game rode on every pitch.
And every pitch rang true.
IApp's hit rolled straight at Wiltse
--StrUnk slid to certain death at the
plate.
Plank's swing turned only a soft
Founders into Wiltses hands-Barry
was nipped between Mclean and
Herzog.
The infeld settled back in vast
calm
Mathewson 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 1t?
What wonder that grand old
Eoole Plank yielded at last-what
wonder that Mathewson himself.
fronting his splendid rival, should
ufIve home the winning rum
What wonder that Collins broke
under. the strain, and the clinching
scores came over?
what wonder that the most feared
Glo IN oaSeball's batting array-Old-
ing and Collins and Baker-went
e Suwn in order before the heart and
i Iialn and arm OF Mathewson, in the
'as1 stand Of the White Elephants7
d CTOBER s, 1918, in the second
~ game of the Worlds Series,
rS tyd IN Shfbe Park, Philadelphia
tSihrlsty Mathewson, touched the
"ig gT, water mark in baseball pitching
49,. MS name may stand without a
"E5, above comment; above praise
Mdthewsop