Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1917-07-29
BY SEWELL FORD
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You know. But after every one has had
his say. or lost his breath tryin. tho de-
cision seems to stand. and Scruoby comes
Wouldn't that most your" remarks my
young friend. Hes got a head like a
and this boob Of Chunk Meyers up. Aw.
say! Them Cubgn be tyiu' tn score
FIRST thing we know. It's only 1even-
eight now and three innin's to go"
Lost your battin' streak. eh?" sng-
'.Nah." says he. I'VE was scorin' right
along until they puts IN that Sully Nc
Cabe. We amt found him yet that's all.
You wait. Wen pound him all over the
lot"
Not much Of a pitcher. Sully. chr I
"oh, he's all right" says the younsster.
Hes got a fast In, he has. Now. watch
this one No. It broke too quick. But
the good ones. Chunk. Make him PCT
EN- over. Yep. he's some twirler. Looked
Ike he want goin' to show up at first.
and then he breezes on in them fancy
toys Been to girls party. ! expect.
His folks make him do things like that.
they say. What do you know about that?
1 wisht they'd kept him away about an
hour longer. Aw. for the love OF beans.
Chunk has famed
Chunk had. maxim three out. And
once more l knew IT was up to me to
lead sully from the field and tell him a
few things.
Come on. now. fellers. Buck up. We
gotta get them three runs this innin =
It's sully. tellin' his side few things
as he leaves the mound. And while he =
walkin' in / steps around back of an
old sprinklin' cart that the street
cleanin' department seems to have run
in there for outdoor storage. Even II
/ hadn't ducked. doubt IL he'd seen me
70 ha' in WI mind
game. Once. as he walks over to sort
out a bat. no was within ten feet of me
but he never looks up. So when It's MS
turn at the plate I comes out in the
open again. watchin' curious to see
what the youngster would do with the
hickory.
His first move is to spit on his palms
rub 'em in the dirt. and then wipe EN-
careful on them best Sunday knickers
No. he don't follow that up by knocktn
the cover off the ball. exactly. but after
passin' a couple of wide ones. he swings
vicious and sends snappy grounder
through shortstop. and by the time the
left fielder has run In on 1t Sully is well
on his wav to first.
He had the throw beat a mile. but he's
takin' no chances. and I can't say l was
quite so thrilled as some OF the Others
when he executes a ten-foot slide into
Cub on third manages to score on the
catchers muff. but the appearance o.
that dancin' class costume amt whole
lot improved.
But a minute later. when the Eas'
Siders' center fielder fumbles pop fly
and follows it up with a wild throw tt
first. l finds myself swingin' my hat ant
toinin' in with the chorus of Beat 1t
sully, Go to third! Keep a-goin'"
And Sully does. knee OF one OF the
silk stockin's failed to stand the strair
as he stumbles across home plate. and
he's left most of q shirt sleeve in the
third baseman's hands. but the score
stands: East siders 11-Rockhurs'
Cubs 10. and only one down. BY the
way sully's nine gathers round and
pounds him on the back and offers him
water and chewin' gum. I Judge thai
they approve of hts base-runnin'.
expect / could tell you every play
made from then on. but maybe I'd bet
ter skip to the last half of tho ninth
whom. with fifteen tallies up for tbs
Cubs and only fourteen for the opposi.
ton. two out and two on bases, Sully
digs his right toe into the black dirt
box and faces Tony Sarello, the Eas'
Siders' heaviest slugger, who'd raped
out a two-bagger off him only a cou.
pie of innin's before.
Believe me, it's some strenuous mo.
ment. Noise. Why. a double-heade,
crowd at the Polo Grounds couldn't vel
much louder or more constant. I wat
minute. But say, in the midst Of al
that riot he stands as steady as a
bridge-pier. glancin' from first to sec.
ond. shAk1n' his head at the catcher tc
change the signal, and gettfn' Tony
ndgety while he fingers tho ball. Tony
whales away at one. but 1t sails on out
side the foul line. Then he bites at q