Grand Forks daily herald. (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1914-1916, 1914-12-01
Evening Hash
By Bon
Grand Forks Again Beats Fargo

Grand Forks Again Beats Fargo.
'Tis June 80. Grand Forks has just
licked the everlasting appetite out Of
the Fargo-Moorhead gang of alleged
diamond FASTENERS. The two teams
have met seven times. and the Flick
ertails have won every game.
Stephen Morse. u old college
chum. as Patsy kavanaugh liked to
call him, is On h mound today.
Stephen is right. SO there's nothing to
1t. He a his usual training last night.
His mouth is full of slippery goo, Inc
his hook is grabbing off the nerve Of
the Adopted Twins. Peters is behind
Bob Unglanb will have to change his
tactics. Boil likes to pilfer bases. but
he's doomed to disappointment this
afternoon.
Dumont and Murphy for Fargo. Oh
joy! On with the fox rot and let the
giggles be turned loose!
There's a real umpire behind the
near. We lust saw her take a step up
and we saw PLAY BALI" Very
we'll. sir. Back to the score book and
the pest at our left. He's an attorney,
his name is Quigley, and he's blow
ing smoke in our eyes--perhaps to
prevent us looking at the Jane.
All! Ha! We've scored. McGraw
singled. Foster walked. Flaherty sim
gled and Altman home-runned. Four
of them. Now, then. Mister Unglaub,
whatcha soin' to do about It? Take
MIR. Dumont out? Oh. very we'll,
bring on vol next. Mr.. Klontz. He's
easy. too. Bob. Better get another In
the bull pen. There's Klontz' goat
right behind him. Chase out and grab
the animal. Nifnecker and Wheeler.
OF again! Nifnecker has hinged a
/ hot ono RIGHT 1NyDn oat YYNN1a,L MI
aged Dinny Sullivan lets it go back.
After a hard run he picks it up as it
is headed for a bound over the fence.
Nifnecker is half way to second, but
Dinny throws to first and the umpire
calls Mi out.
"Wazzat? You robber! Out? Why
you pocket edition Of a blind asylum,
he's safe. Safe a mile"
Holy Cats! They ~'lectrocuted Gyp
the Blood and that guys walkin'
round as safe as Harry Thaw.'
Wheeler has been fined ten dollars,
n Nifnecker is sitting on the bench.
He looks peeved.
The Jane is still sitting at our left,
and the pest still blows smoke in our
eyes.
It's the seenth inning, and the
score is 2 to o in our favor.
Morse has been working like q con.
Migration in a pine box factory. He
has struck out twenty-one men, and
he looks as though he could strike
out tw%enty-one more.
But he can't do it. Old Robertus
Unglaub has just hooked on to one
Of Stephens benders and it is travel.
ing to the fence. Robert comes home
Great rejoicing in the Fargo camp Al
Robert walks to the bench. It il the
first time Fargo has scored on Grand
Forks this "a No wonder they re.
ceive him with open arms.
Stephens training last night must
have been of the wrong kind. He,
wobhling like a tank after his vespe
jag.
The paths are clogged with human
being aching to GORE. Unglaub is al
bat again. The score is 9 to 8 in gu,
favor n it's the unlucky ninth
What's that sound? Bob has hit thu
pill and it is sizzling through the at.
mosphere like Jim Edwards voice.
But look! Lamp Muggsy McGrav
the f~eet-footed Scotch defender OF
the center pasture. Muggsy is makine
a scared jack-rabbit look like a rheu.
matte cripple creeping to work. III
has mounted the fence and his hanJ
is outstretched-
Wake up here. you Nut, and pa,
for tina coke" "