New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-08-16
Dick Rudolph Hun1bleS
Pride of RObbie'S Team
Bronx TWirler Wins Eight
in a ROW-FOur Over
Brooklyn.
By FRANK O'NEILL.

Dick Rudolph proved W INC eH''i
satisfaction Of some 10000 or more
spectators at Ebbets Field yesterday
afternoon that in order TO be great
pitcher one need not necessarily pe
giant in physique.
The leading citizen of The Bronx
heat the Brooklyn Robins in the
fourth and deciding game of the series
with the Boston Braves, and beat them
in a most convincing manner. 1t was
Rudolph's eighth consecutive victory
and his fourth for the season over
BROOKLYN. Indeed, Robbie's men have
vet TO experience the thrill of winning
over Rudolph. A margin Of three
games separates the Robins from the
Bostonese on the eve of their tour
around the circuit, in which seven
cities will be visited. The score was
TO l. -.
There was an insistence about the
Braves that could not be denied
dogged determination and sullen cour-
eoe that could not be battered down:
They went after Rube Marquard ana
hit him when hits meant runs. Inree
of their quota of hits were non-pro-
ductive. But in the four frames where
runs were scored wallops Of varying
distance were made at the psyche
logical moment. 1t wasn't that Mar
GUARD had little stuff. Quite on the
contrary. he did, but everything he
rode IN to the plate was shot back at
him. The faster the service the
swifter the return.
Far from Perfect.
Rudolph's performance was far from
nerfect Judged from the no-hlt stand
ard. but it was highly efficient. lie
was pelted hither and yon. ten hits,
which included triples by Jimmie john
ston and Buck Wheat, but when the
time came for him to wriggle out oil
his difficulties ne did it, and made the
heaviest sluggcrs on the Brooklyn
team look pretty weak. He shot the
first ball right DOWN the groove, and
IA rule the batters stood there IKE
patience on a monument and took the
strike which was called with monoton-
Gus regularity.
their tactics, and in that inning they
scored. In the fifth frame McCarty
hit the first service to left field for
a single. and Buck Wheat, up next,
hit to right, sending McCarty to sec
ond Cutshaw's sacrifice and an out
bv Stengel scored McCarty. In the
first Jimmie Johnston hit the first ball
to the centre-field fence, three-bag-
ger, and in the third Wheat got a
blow of like distance.
Following these two wallops, the
fans sat and CRASHED their teeth while
the following batters accomplished
nothing. In the first frame McCarty
followed Johnston and grounded to
Meanwhile. Wheat famed and Cut
shaw grounded After Wheat tripled
in the third with one out, Cutshaw
hit in front of the plate and Stengel
grounded to Konetchy. So IT went,
and it was small wonder that some
ten Brooklyn runners were left on the
lines.
Support Wouldn't Crack.
A support that would not crack
aided Rudolph in carving out his sew
enth consecutive victory, and, as
usual, il was Rabbit Meanwhile who
interposed himself between the plate
and the Robins Nothing could be
driven through the short infeld that
carried any terrors for the little fell
low, and Brooklyn wished unanimousl y
that he had stuck to the comparatively
eleNdtlnR occupation VI ias iib 'AiNN.
Sherrie Magee scampered several
acres TO pull down Mike Mowrey's bid
for a triple, with Buck Wheat on
third base. The fielding honors were
not monopolized by the Braves, how
ever; Ivan Olson cut down triple
from the bat of Fred Snodgrass by
making a spectacular catch of line
Grive in the third inning, and Cut
shaw made a grand play on Wilhoit
in the first inning. There was none
to complain with the way in which
Jimmie Johnston took care of Snod-
grass fly in the ninth inning. and
Wheat made a fine catch on Maran-
Vile.
Ed Konetchy was one of the causes
for the victory of the Braves, and a
rather important cause withal. The
Big Train cracked out two two-bag
gers and triple, and either scored OF
drove home three OF the four runs
made by his team. Dick Egan failed
TO hit safely. but he sent two runs
over just the same.
Boston counted their first coup in
the second frame. Konetchy shot a
two-bsgger TO left field, almost tear
ing Mike Mowrey's hands off him
when that worthy tried to make a
catch of the savage liner.