Palisadian. [volume] (Cliffside Park, N.J.) 1906-current, 1917-06-23
From the "Palisadian," July, 1909
republished by request.)

| (From the "Palisadian," July, 1909
republished by request.)
The Palisades Athletic Club, after
a season of i'll breaking baseball luck,
| quite redeemed themselves on the
morning of July S, by defeating the
crack Tenafly club on the latter
grounds. There was large crowd
out and extra seats had been erected
all around the two sides of the home
plate, in addition to the pretty little
covered grand stand. The TenaAy
fans were out in full force, and rooted
hard for their favorites. Steele pitched
a great game for the P. A. c boys,
till the seventh inning, when the
Tenafys fell upon him and smote him
hip and thigh. He yielded five hits;
on which four runs were made, and
it looked bit stormy, as the score
then stood seven to five against Pail
SADIE. Up to that shaky seventh there
had been only three hits and three
| runs made on him, and his arm sud-
denly gave out and he let down COM
| pletely. 1t was gruelling finish to
a game of thrills, up to that moment,
both sides playing fine ball.
In the eighth Logan, inexperienced
| in the box, took Steele's place, very
doubtful move, some thought. The
P. A. C. boys went into their half of
this inning, after banking Tenafly,
| Logan striking out two, and not only
tied the game with three runs, but
actually went one to the good. At the
| beginning of the ninth it was an 8
to z score, the P. A. C. leading. The
visitors were BANKED, in their half,
not hit being registered Then the
| Tenafys came to bat. Schenckle after
having two strikes and three balls,
hit high fly to center, which Harry
Lane promptly muffed, though he
scarcely moved from his tracks. Then
the pitcher hit Nasher with the ball,
a corker in the ribs, Schenckle taking
second. McKeon got four balls and
the bags were filled with no one out
1t was an exciting moment. The
crowd on the side lines yelled them
selves hoarse trying to rattle the
pitcher, but the latter kept right on
The Tenafy players, in violation of
the rules, stood near the third base
line, not ten feet from the plate, using
brooms, yelling, pouring sand through
no pitcher" "Who told you you
could pitch?" and "Now we've got
him! he's a goner! he's all in! he's
Wild" etc. They fairly ratified off
their witty speeches, but they didn't
disturb the youngster in the box. A
wild pitch to Steele, who was catching
instead of Edgar Darby, who had re-
placed Logan at second, made the
runners start along the lines, but
Steele's recovery was like lightning
and the men on bases were held
Nick was at the bat for Tenafly, and
two strikes on him. Steele called
time, and went over and whispered
to his pitcher. Then he got behind
the bat while the crowd guyed louder
than ever. Every Tenafly man carried
either a fire cracked or a blank cart
ridge pistol, and the noise was deafen-
| ing. Shots reverberated by the score
and crackers were set off in packs.
"He's up in the air!" yelled the boy
in blue on the line with the broom.
"He's up in the air!" "Look at him!''
screamed another. "E-yeah! E-yeah!
E-yeah!" shrieked rooter on the
first base line. Then came a mo-
ment's pause and the pitcher, white
as a sheet from exertion, shot over a
! bullet-like high one and little Mr..
Nick bit the dust on three strikes.
Then the runner on third tried to
steal home on short pass by Steele,
| but he ran in with the ball and got
him at the plate.
With the bases still filled, every
body dancing or yelling, and the
shooting firecrackers popping, it
looked like hard and hopeless task
to stop the winning run. But the
pitcher went at his task deliberately,
and if he felt any qualms, gave no
outside evidence of it. Steele was
planted in position, steady as a clock.
Logan let go another shrieker.
"Zip!" it struck the big nit of
Steele.
"Strike one!" called the umpire, the
crowd holding it's breath; but only
of the "He's up in the air!" talk and
yells, and what with dancing around
and jumping up and down the scene
looked like mob of wild dervishes
of the Asiatic plains.
Announcer SLedmlng not one, and
"Strike two!" came from the UNI
pire, who is said to have known his
business, for he had played with Will
lie Keller in days gone by. And the
crowd-if it had made noise before,
was literally wild now-demented-
something awful, in fact, and few
more enthusiastic scenes are ever
witnessed on ball field. 1t put to
blush anything ever offered on the
professional diamond, and it went on
for a minute before the pitcher could
make up his mind to let go again
Then Westerfelt struck foul. 1t was
momentary relief, but the noise
went on, and the side lines were pull
ing up grass and pouring sand again,
and using brooms, and throwing up
hats and doing every conceivable
thing to rattle the "all in" pitcher.
Thrice did the batter hit foul, then
came one steaming, splitting the
plate, burning the-air ball, and the
umpire cried
"Three strikes! You're out!"
4 And that ended it. The noise ceased
instantly and so quickly did the crowd
disnerse that one wondered how it