New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1915-06-27
YALE CRUSHES
HARVARD nine
IN FINAL GAME
WAY Gives Fine Exhibit
ton in Box, Allowing
Only Three Hits.
GARRETT PROVES
EASY FOR BLUE
Crimson Substitute Twirler Re-
lieved by Mahan, but Bonn
bardment Still Goes On.

The Yale baseball team crushed
Harvard into the dust at Ebbets Field
Yesterday afternoon, and Yale's cup OF
ioy. which was filed to the brim as
the Blue crews swept down the Thames
on Friday, overlooked.
Harvard was turned back at every
point. it's attack was checked by the
mastery pitching Of Pie Way, and the
defence existed more in the name than
in the actually. When sharp work
was necessary to bring about a sue
cessful termination OF a play, some
wearer Of the crimson could be de-
pended upon 70 blunder. Errors OF
omission and commission flew almost as
thick and fast as the Yale hits. II was
no wonder, then, that the sons Of Old
Eli won by the all sufficient score OF
10 to 0.
This same Harvard team, which
vanquished Yale in two previous con-
tests and hurled Princeton back,
dazed and beaten, in three games. was
as raw as a sand lot combination. 1t
might have been, of course, that this
individual game meant nothing to the
Crimson players, aside from the mere
playing of il. But not even the fact
that they were being Inundated rather
than beaten could rouse the Harvard
men to perform even the ordinary
tasks of baseball well. Prodigies were
not TO be expected.
Late in the game, to Ie sure, Percy
Haughton did send Mahan into the
box to stay the hand Of Yale, but when
this move was made the Blue was
mad with the spirit of fight. Mahan's
delivery was smashed hither and yon.
and half O dozen of the runs were
charged directly to him.
Haughton elected to send Garrett
out to oppose the New Haven team
Garrett has beei numbered among
those who serve, although they stand
and wait. His delivery was an open
book yesterday, and the Blue read
deeply Of its pages.
He was pummelled off the mound in
the middle of the fifth inning. When
he left two runs had been scored in
that frame and couple Of men were
on bases. II may be said, however, that
his support was of the worst sort.
Charles E. Brickley, OF Everett,
Mass, whose name shall last in the an
nails of football while a drop kick is
kicked or a tackle made, wound up his
career as a Harvard athlete. He played
left field for his team, and at least was
up to the standard of the day. He
made one hit in his three trips to the
plate, and a few of his beautiful line
throws from the field checked the adj
vance of Yale baserunners. He caught
couple of hard driven flies into his
territory, too.
Harvard, as some of her partisans
have suggested, might have treated the
game with indifference. But had the
fate of nation depended on the out
come 1t is doubtful II Yale could have
been beaten yesterday. Pie Way rose
to great heights in the pitchers art
and might have conquered a major
league team. He parcelled out three
paltry hits, and two of these came
along in the second inning. 1t was
then that Brickley got his hit, single
to centre, and Waterman, the second
string catcher, got single to right.
The other bingle came in the first
inning. But in the succeeding frames
Way crushed all opposition. That
which looked most like another hit
came in the ninth and furnished the
raw material for Easton's brilliant run
ming catch which closed the game in
a blaze of glory.
Yale and Harvard battles, be they
waged on the gridiron, on the water
or elsewhere, are magnets for brilliant
crowds, and this battle was no excep-
ton. True, it lacked in numbers, but
this deficiency was more than made
up in quality. Milady was there in all
her summer inery, and while the
Crimson and Blue formed the ground
work for the giant pattern worked
out, the other colors and shades were
not missing. OF cheering there was
little. Harvard barked encouragement
to her boys, but Yale sat back. ap-
parently satisfied with life.
Yale took kindly to the offerings Of
Garrett, and picked up a couple Of
runs right in the first inning on good,
clean hitting and some weird efforts at
fielding. Another run happened along
in the second, again the result Of
timely hitting and weak fielding. Gar
rett erred in this instance. Then came
the fifth inning, and with 1t the exit
of Garrett.
A hit batsman, an infeld single on
what was intended as sacrifice and
q pass filed the bases. Hunter, the
Yale catcher, came up to the bat end
singled to left field, sending Easton
and Milburn across the rubber. Then
Mahan came into the game, but even
he could not withstand the mad as
sault of the Yale bats.
There was many a brilliant play in
this comedy Of errors, and most Of
them we're made by Yale men. Harry
Legore was crowned king Of college
shortstops by the crowd, and there
was reason for its decision. He made
five pretty assists. His best work,
however, was a bit Of quick thinking,
but it was almost spoiled by the in
accuracies of the flesh.
In the sixth inning Eddie Mahan was
hit by pitched ball and went down to
the bag Abbott, the Harvard second
baseman, raised a high fly to Legore.
Mahan held his base, which was proper,
but Abbott stopped running, which was
manifestly absurd. Legore at once pro-
ceeded to trap the ball. His throw to
Bush, however, was high and wide, and
it was only by clever, leaping catch
that the Yale first baseman caught the
ball and allowed the play to 60 through.
Milburn played good game, and
Hunter impressed the crowd favorably
by his clever work.
Abbott, the Harvard second bsseman,
was knocked out in q collision with
Esston, but pluckily resumed play upon
being revived.
The score follows:
YALE HARVARD