The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1913-10-08

WHSn tney neeQeQ
the score; careless of boots or of
cheers or OF flattery, conquered the
Giants by six runs to four.
Forty odd thousand were watching
and cheering EN-; forty odd thousand
UP there In the stand; forty odd mil.
lion we're boosting or fearing EN-
waiting for news all over the land
gray were the skies and old
Jupiter Pluvius threatened to
deluge the diamond with wet,
but the fans rumbled deep as
the roar of Vesuvius-and Jupiter
turned of his cloudburst you bet.
will not sing, as Homer did, of
every Gink that hit or slid will not
chant. as Milton would, of every play,
both bad and good; 1 will not MARBLE
all the match-each daring steal
each clever catch-but / must slip the
laurel thick to Franklin Baker and his
stick. In fact it's useless to deny,
you gotta hand It to that guy.
Four times he sauntered to the
plate and slammed the leather hard
land straight, with easy grace and
certain swing, he smashed that spin
ming globule- Bing-and three times
OF four, he lit on the pitcher for hit.
And once-the willow in his hands
he dropped long one in the stands
and with that home run on the shelf
he brought in Collins and himself.
Say, what can you do with Teller
like that? Who hammers the sphere
every time at the bat? And now OF
Bender do ! chant-that calm I'M.
troubled man. let coachers rave and
rooters rant as loudly as they can, he
stands upon the pitchers hill and
grins the whole game through, and as
he twirls the slippery pill. the hits
are very few. The Giants rally now
and then-but Bender holds them
again. There also were Collins, Nc
lines and Schang-you can't leave
; those WALLPAPERS out of 1t; they felded
with punch and they hit with a bang
they were there in a pinch, there's
, no doubt Of It: when the ball met the
Eats of this hard smuggling gang, the
J stands all re-echoed the clout of it
) They took all the chances-however
they came, they ran right to form
and 1t won them the game
Beat the dull and muffled drum
. play us music sad and e.um, let the
timbrels all be dumb, like the funer.
al nres. How can Joyous lambkins
leap, how can Giant rooters sleep
, lat
weep for the big chief Myers, he whom
pitchers used to walk, he who swung
the willow stalk and Of twirlers made
. a mock, he who was hero -four
times took his whack at fate-fou1
t times turned disconsolate-for his hits
. were zero.
Murray, Merkle, Fletcher Doyle-ii
Yves those whose ardent tot
a threatened now and then to spoil al
the Mackmen's pleasure sluggers
q leading the process, ever eager, eve,
y fresh, these were thorns in Bender's
:, freshmen who took his measure
y Oh they surely had the stuh-only
= twasn't quite enough. But say 1t was
;. great, 1t was glorious, battle Just
brimming with thrills, to make all the
Q rooters uproarious and fill em with
; fever and chills; each minute had
l. pepper and vim to It. The game was
forever in doubt and you just had te
glue your old glim to It, until the
last batter was out.
The Giants will be grudging EN-
the credit of sameness and such NUT
= calmly. cold-bloodedly judging EN-
. don't think I'd bet on 'em much;
= may be way off in my latitude. my
= dope may be doctored and thin---but
= still I will stick to my attitude
. pick the Athletics to win
. For Baker will play with his auon
= dam "e'clatt' and what kin you dc
, with feller like that? VINO wallops
, the ball every time at the bat7