New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-10-13
Ebbets Team Outclassed In
All Departments of Game
Score 4 to |
WHEAT AND OLSON
FACTORS IN DEFEAT
Shore Opposes Pfeffer in
Concluding Contest-Al-
lows Only Three Hits
Bv CRANTLAND RICE.

six hundred and twenty shiverlng SOUS,
N. greatest gathering that ever filed
through turnstiles in the history OF the
game. paid ssS,S73 here to-day to see
Rrooklvn play SO cents worth of base
hall as the Red Sox made 1t four out
of FIVE.
The las. game ended as the series
ended. { to I, the same being the com
narrative merits of the American and
the National leagues.
In this closing affair. which tasted
like cold onion soup replete with
cheese. Ernie Shore suppressed the
Robins with two clean singles and a
pale green scratch, while JEFF Pfeffers
moth eaten support was blowing right
and left almost every offered chance.
Wretched fielding by Zach Wheat and
Ivan Olson, the latter establishing
world series record by absorbing two
errors on one batted ball, tossed Big
Jeff to the wolves before the combat
was three innings old. After this
double spasm the Robins sank back
70 the same Morphesn grotto which
sheltered their forgetful slumber of the
dav before, which is merely another
way of saying that they curled up like
ignited feathers and let the Red SOx
play out the game.
The score was only to l, but 1t
happened to be one Of those to l
games that looked as close as 10 to 0.
Robins Outclassed.
And yet it might be distinctly unfair
TO say that the Robins were beaten
because they quit. They were beaten
because they were utterly and absolutely
outclassed in every department OF the
game, man for man and club for club.
They were beaten because a very bad
bal club can very rarely win from
q very good one.
They were beaten because they rep
resented . league that is a major
league in name only compared TO the
other. Proof Of this stands in the
figures of the last fortnight.
Out Of fourteen post-season games
played in Boston, Brooklyn, Chicago
and st. Louis, the American League
won twelve and the National League
won two. In the last two years OF
worlds series endeavor the National
League has won two games out Of ten
"a 200 clip against an 800 clip,
which pretty well throttles any further
debate.
Outside of that one wild au.umnal
furry BY the inspired Braves of 1914,
the National League has been out
classed since 1909, if box scores and
final results mean anything at all.
To-day's great crowd was merely an
other tribute 10 the unbroken grip of
the game, when over $4,000 are willing
TO pay over $4,000 to sit and SILVER
in a raw October gale merely TO watch
fine club romp and trample on an
outclassed rival. For il was generally
understood before the last game began
that the Robins had faded out of the
picture and that one more punch TO
vital spot would leave them sprawling,
face down in the rosin, dreaming only
of the losers end.
Eight Triumphs for Boston.
It would hardly have been tho appeal
Of victory that turned the big crowd
into the nipping cold. For, with this
contest concluded, Boston fans had
witnessed eight successive world
series triumphs, the first dating from
the Snodgrass muff Of 1912. This game,
too, meant that five worlds series con-
quests had come 70 Boston since 1908,
without a single losing war TO mar the
record Of the town. Considerable
achievement, whether you are fan or
not II proves that a victorious tradi-
ton is worth its share in the open
market ard that an impetus along the
right roadbed carries fast and far.
In these five world series Boston
clubs have won twenty-one games and
lost but eight, which is all the evidence
one needs TO name the zenith city in
the broad Kingdom of Swat
SO instead Of pooh-poohing Brooklyn.
why not hail Boston :he Metropolis Of
the Batting Eye and the Pitching Arm,
the unconquered citadel of the game ?
Or. in the words OF bard who is not
immortal:
Where Babylon lee deep IN dust,
Where Rome has kno1on the shad-
otoed night;
Where Athens, IN her ancient r7st,
Hos long since foded from the fight;
When Balloon, from her lofty crest,
UnfurLs her standard TO the air,
She picks olt Boston for the test
AMI let's her banner flutter there.
Where Carthage Is fa1ied dream
And NineUeh hos knoUn her sin;
Where NeW York has a losing team
and PhiIadelphia cannot aoin;
Where one By one they rise and fall,
Along the stiu unconq1ered beat,
Let this be Uoritten on me woll-
"The CitadeL 1oithout de(eat."
For, after all, a. one-sided as IL was,
there was about a. much Boston glory
az there was Brooklyn shame % the
series that ended to-day. Brooklyn
faltered and huttered and hzzled and
fell, but Brooklyn was up against com
petition far beyond her summer cam
paign. Brooklyn, with her stumbling.
Giraffe defence, inhcld and out, had
nothing left bat her attack, an attack
that carried power minus any sort OF
keenness or open-eyed Alertness at any
stage. And when big Shore to-day,
Advancing 10 the charge 20 get his
revenge for last Saturdays miserable
,bovlng. put On full steam there