New-York tribune., 1918-05-04

Young Mister Huggins made a most
goshawful blunder in the tenth inn
ing when with three on and none out
he let Elmer Love hit for himself.
Elmer hit for himself, and for the
City of Greater New York, right into
the middle of double play. When
"Slim" Caldwell, who should have hit
for Elmer Love, but did hit for Gill
hooley, raised long fly for a third
out --- which should have scored the
winning run had he hit for Elmer
Love, instead of batting for Elmer
Gilhooley, or whatever that birds first
name is-the Boys in the Upper Tier
were of q mind to go right down on
the field and lay young Mister Hug
gins over their collective knees.
Young Mister Higgins will never
know how near he came to death,
death, death in that gravid, not to
mention grave, moment. The Boys in
the Upper Tier believe it was no part
of the plan of the present Admins
tration to save daylight for extra
D"SSOolA iHHlIlSS, anu III ulu look Us
though Young Mister Higgins were
laying his lines to make a midnight
frollc out of yesterdays ball game.
But, as some one quickly observed,
alps we'll that ends we'll, that part of
the Yankees batting order which is
familiarly known as "Murderers' Row"
went after BULLET Joe" Bush with
knives and bottles and chairs in the
eleventh inning, and the thunderstorm
which was sweeping off the Jersey
shores straight for the Polo Grounds
arrived just in time to bring flowers
for Boston.
Miller Saws Wood
Let us remark in passing that the
game never would have reached the
eleven-inning mark had it not been for
a galvanic heave by Elmer. Miller in
the eighth inning, which doubled Joe
Bush at the plate and snatched from
the speeding Red Sox sure-fire vic
retiring gents who say little and saw
wood. He sawed let of it when he
made that streaking toss to the plate
that nipped Joe Bush as he was sliding
in on his shoulder blades, and took
much of the gimp out of the Boston
procession that was trying to parade to
the home plate.
Other than that the paramount feat
ure was the high quality of the fling
ing duel between Bullet Joe" Bush
and Slim Love. BULLET Joe" started
with every bullet shooting true to its
mark, but grew little wild as the
afternoon turned into night, and we
imagine his widest moment came in
the eleventh inning, when Baker Pratt
and Plpp singled in succession, driving
over the winning run.
Slim Love, whose family and intimate
friends know him as Elmer, steadily
grew better as the grandstand shadows
grew longer, and with the first two
innings out of the way-in which Bos-
ton scored twice-he had the American
League leaders feeding from his mitt.
Slim deals 'em off the insane arm, as
1t were. and the modern Athenians, who
are being guided by Edward Interna-
tional Burrows, don't seem to fancy
the wrong-handed style of pitching
Love Pitches Great Ball
Love has unquestionably reached the
height of pitching form and seems to
have not only reached it for himself
but for the entire Yankee pitching
staff as we'll. He was low-balling the
Bostonese to the we'll known state of
Innocuous Desuetude, which is one of
the few states and territories which
has thus far been able to keep out of
the war.
After the first inning the Red Sox
never got more than one hit in any one
frame off Love. This is so unusual as
to be we'll nigh sensational on the
part of the Yankees pitching staff,
which is used to letting the opposition
use its own conscience in the matter of
hits. Not one of those hits exceeded
a single either, and it is certain it was
for that reason that young Mister
Higgins maintained Love in the box
through the turbulent tenth, fearing
that with him gone he would have to
send in the water bucket, or something
handy and humorous like that.
The Red Sox, who have great guam
titles of enthusiasm, started off with
q run in the first frame on singles by
Shean and Strunk and wild pitch by
Love. In the second inning Scott
tripled and scored on Agnew's short fly
to Bodie. Francisco Pizzola's throw
to the plate was all right, but the
bound it took had neither good man
ners nor innate gentility. 1t bounded
so high it almost knocked "Truck"
Hannah's hat off. That finished the
Red Sox scoring for the day.
The Yankees began to even things u1