The Washington herald., 1915-05-02

DeSln the grand Stdnu dhu oieoSh~i'
were packed. The scene was gilt
tering, colorful, a delight to the eye.
Around the circle of bright faces rip
pied a low, merry murmur. The UNI
pire, grotesquely padded in front by
his chest protector, announced the
batteries, busted the plate, and throw
ing out a white ball. sang the open
sesame of the game: Play"
Then Old Well-Well arose as if
pushed from his seat by some strong
propelling force. 1t had been his
wont always when play was ordered
or in a moment OF silent suspense, or
lull in the applause, or dramatic
pause when hearts beat high and lips
were mute, to bawl out over the lis
tening, waiting multitude his terrific
blast: "Well-WeM-Well!"
Twice he opened his mouth, CUR
gled and choked, and then resumed
his seat with a very red, agitated face;
something had deferred him from his
purpose, or he had been physically
incapable OF yelling.
The game opened with Whites
sharp boundcr to the inheld. Wesley
had three strikes called on him, and
Kelly fouled out third base. The
Phillies did no better, being retired
in one. two, three order. The second
inning was short and no tallies were
chalked up. Brain hit safely in the
third and went to second on a sac
rifce. The bleachcrs began to stamp
and cheer. He reached third on an
infeld hit that the Philadelphia short
stop knocked down but could not
cover in time to catch either runner.
The cheer in the grand stand was
drowned by the roar in the bleachers.
Brain scored on a fy-out to left. A
double along the right foul line
brought the second runner home.
Following that the next batter went
out on strikes.
In the Philadelphia half of the in
ming young Burt was the first man
up. He stood left-handed at the plate
and looked formidable. Duveen, the
wary old pitcher for New York, to
whom this new player was an i'm
known quantity, eyed his easy posi-
ton as if reckoning on possible
weakness. Then he took his swing
and threw the ball. Burt never moved
a muscle and the umpire called strike.
The next was a ball, the next
strike; still Burt had not moved.
Somebody wake him up yelled
a wag in the bleachers. He's from
Slurnbcrtown, all right, all right"
shouted another.
Duveen sent up another ball, high
and swift. Burt hit straight over the
first baseman, a line drive that struck
the front OF the right-field bleachers.
"Peacherino," howled a fan.
Here the promise OF Burt's speed
was fulfilled. Run. He was feet as
a deer. He cut through first like the
wind. settled to a driving stride,
rounded second. and by a good, long
slide beat the throw in to third. The
crowd, who went to games to see
long hits and daring runs. gave him
a generous hand-clappyns
Old Well-Wcll appeared on the
verge OF apoplexy. His ruddy face
turned purple. then black; he rose in
his scat; he gave ent to smothered
gasps; then he Strengthened up and
clutched his hands into his knees.
Burt scored his run on A hit to
deep short, an infeldcr's choice, with
the chances against retiring a runner
at the plate. Philadelphia could not
tally again that inning New York
blanked in the first OF the next. For
their opponents. an error, close de-
cision at second iavoring the runner, |
and single to right tied the score.
Bell OF New York got clean hit in
the opening of the fifth. With no
one out and chances for run. the
fans let loose Four sub
way trains in collision would not
have equaled the yell and stamp in
the bleachcrS. Maloncy was next
to bat and he essayed a bunt This