New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1920-04-27
'kees Beat Out Senators in the NINTH,
Ruth's Presence
Upsets Rivals
In Last Inning
Babe Yields Bat and Criff's
Minions Toss Off Cameo
Peck Makes Home Run
BY w. O. Mcclellan

Babe Ruth, supposed to be a pale and
interesting invalid with his eleventh
rib wrenched loose from its mornings,
stalked out as a pinch hitter in the
ninth inning at the Polo Grounds yes
terday after the Yankees had tossed
a ball game away to the Senator'S. His
presence, like that of a somewhat over
fed BanQuo's ghost, so startled the
Senators that they tossed the game
right back at the Yankees. The final
score was: Yanks, 3; Washington, 2.
The pastimlng was considerably loose
and ragged up to that time. The Yanks
paugh's home run to the left field
bieachers until the sixth, when Herbert
Thormahlen let in two runs, entirely
without assistance. He passed two
Senator'S and threw the ball over Aaron
Wards head, letting the two men score.
Ward did most of the starring for
the Yankees. He got three clean hits
and a base on balls and he felded
beautifully. If he keeps the pace the
management Of the Yankees will rap
idly discontinue signing for J. Franklin
Baker.
The melodrama in which the corpu-
lent and ruddy ghost of Babe Ruth de-
manded a lot of the spotlight occurred
early in the ninth. Meusel sent a fast
one down to O'Neill, who juggled the
ball long enough for the long-legged
son of the Golden West to reach the
first sack. Then came Ping Bodie,
champion rock roller Of Telegraph
Hill, San Francisco. Ping punched a
hit through center.
Babe in Uniform Again
In the mean time something that
looked like a grizzly bear in the Yam
Rec uniform crawled out of the .dugout
swinging three sticks in one paw. 1t
was the Babe, who was supposed to be
tossing on his cot of pain in the near
est hospital. He was just about to roll
up to the plate when Miller Higgins
TURF at bat. Muddy was to have sent
the runners along with a sacrifice, but
he popped a puny little fly into the
paws of Lief E~rickson-Lief the Viking,
of Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington,
D. C.
Left, the Viking, looked at Babe
Ruth, meditatively swinging his trip
let of bats, and Left, the Red. seemed
a little white around the gills.
Il thought hay ban a sick f%eller,"
muttered Left the Red to Charity.
Teller" The Viking was visibly dis
The Babe then went to bat for
Thornmahlen and caught the second
pitched ball and crashed a high one out
to center. 1t was long and high enough
to send Muesel and Bodie a base each
further. "If hay ban sick, by vim
mlney, what can hay do when hay get
we'll again" unused Left the Red. He
was so disconnected that he passed
Aaron Ward and the bases were filled.
Thn h01ofp1 rraCaro4 ~ DoL4 D,kL
also seemed to throw a scare into
Charity, the Snator's catcher. Char
rity threw to catch Ping Bodie, who
was doing an Italian spaghetti dance
off second.
The throw went wide and wild into
center field. Meusel cranked himself
up and scooted across the plate with
the run that tied. The Senators were
rapidly disintegrating. Pipp shot a
it and Ping Bodie came across with
the winning run.
Pratt Has Busy Afternoon
Derrill Pratt had a busy time in the
infeld. The entire attack Of the
Washington crew seemed to be CEN
tered on his sector, but Derrill was
equal to the occasion. He took sixteen
chances and did not boot a single one,
which came very close to the fielding
record for one afternoon. Very few
Of the chances were soft ones either.
Pratt's interest in baseball seems to
have revived suddenly of late.
P~eckinpaugh was the first of tho
Yanks to discomfort Eric the Red.
Peck just naturally lifted one into the
left field bleachers and it looked as
though the Yankee hitting section had
started the seasons work.
Herbert Thormahlen, the l%eft-handed,
upset the frijoles all over the park in
the sixth in a fit of spring witness.
Herbert passed Harris; her he passed
Charity. This brought Eric the Red
up to the bat. The Viking is vehement
with the bat, but not particularly ac-
%curate. He took a few wild swings and
laced the ball down to Thormahlen's
feet.
Herbert came trundling up and
picked up the ball with his left hand.