Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1913-05-21
BY PAUL 8RUNER.

Dan O'Leary carried a life-sized iron
horseshoe in his hip pocket yesterday
afternoon. and thereby got away with
a tie game when he was slated for
bump down the ladder. With the
score 10 against his home coming
braves. the rotund boss of the Blue
Sox sent his men on the firing line in
the ultimate half of the sixth stanza.
Hirsch famed, and with two strikes
on Georgia Reed, the Orion gazabo
got a strangle hold on that horseshoe,
ga5ed longingly at the blackened heav-
ems and murmured, Good old rain,
come on. baby. Moisture, il you ever
did anything in your life. come on
over and decorate this here lot" Just
where Dan got his drag with the keep
er of the pearly gates and his pal who
presides over the destinies of the ce-
lestial sprinkling can, would be hard
10 diagnose. but one thing is sure,
Dan certainly had the grip and the
password, for at this critical juncture
J. Pluv gaZed downward and said
"All right. Dan, old kid. I'm for you.
Get back out of the open or you'll get
your feet wet" The rain came down
like a ton of Irish confetti and the
umpire said. Boys, there'l be no
more work this D. m The score re-
verified TO the fifth inning, making il
even up. Curses from our old pal
Frank Donnelly. and a toothsome
smile from O'Leary.
SUCH 4 HEADACHE.
Everything went democratic in that
sixth inning. Bobbie Coleman inter
cepted a rapid foul tip with his trusty
right thumb and was removed on a
stretcher. A single, a three saCker, a
free walk. Wild pitch aad a boot
spelled disaster and three runs. In
cidentally IL would have meant the
game, in all probability. because the
SoX we're eating out of Schroeder S
hand all the way. In their five and
onehalf innings at bat. not a Daven-
porter got anything that remotely re.
sembled a hit.
LOTS OF GLOON.
Things looked rather dubious all the
way from a weather standpoint. but
when the sixth inning rolled around
IL was more so. A heavy bank OF
black clouds settled over the field and
came 10 a final rest on the top Of The
fence. Il was so dark that a couple
of Newlyweds in the grandstand were
able to pull off osculatory stunts with
impunity and noisy detonatfons Those
black hunks of moisture which hover
ed overhead looked like death and de
struction sure enough.
Child Barnes, the boy who halls
from the Cyclone Cellar circuit which
headquarters at Circleville, Kan, tool
one look al the sky and wept briny
tears at reminds me so much o.
the dear Old homestead he sobbeC
by way of explanation.
VETS ARE SCARED.
There were three fans in the grand
stand who were sojourning in Omaha
Neb., when that cyclone played tai
with the tall buildings They we're 81
frightened AZ the thought of impend
ing doom that they bumped thei
heads on the floor along with the va
cant peanuts and chanted in unison
Nov / lay me down 10 sleep" TIL
the pill. and With the wind hoverinl
about the 26S knots per hour mark.
was no wonder that the machiner,
slipped a cog.
NOW, LET'S co.
kid" Hirsch. the demon southpay
Of the Davenport stan. was chosel
and selected 10 do the hurting. A
though in some rather ticklish hole:
the slabbist managed to keep out G
danger until the fatal sixth. bein
nailed for but two swats. Schroede
was invincible, and held the Sox hi
less all the way. In the first. wiz
two gone, Pat Flaharty stopped
hayward shoot with one Of his hoa
ing ribs and amblsd TO first. He a.
rived safely az the second static
when "Tacks" Deiave obligingl
dropped Wolfes peg. The best tina