New-York tribune., 1921-10-14
Hoyt Bravely
Cheers Mates.
Then Falte1.s
Young Sensation Breaks
Down in Dressing Room
asHuston Offers Sympathy
By Jack Lawrence

The battle flag Of the Yankees went
of dust and undimmed glory. The
Yanks succumbed to hard luck and su-
perior gunnery, but they died fight
ing to the end.
Miller Huggins, manager Of the
Yankees, was melancholy last evening
IN the fading hours Of Il somber fall
day, but he rose to the occasion and
t. handed the Giants their due The
mouths full when he remarked sadly
and with no bitterness: "They beat US
in couple Of tight games in which
the breaks weren't running our way"
The Yankee dressing room after the
game looked good deal like q busy
day at Roosevelt Hospital. Waite
Hoyt, the new Mathewson from Brook
lyn, who had just wound up ono Of the
most remarkable performances in the
history Of worlds series baseball, was
having the third finger Of his pitch
ing hand dressed; DR.. King was wind
ing new bandages about the sore cut
in Babe Ruth's left elbow and Al
Woods, Yank trainer, was treating
Mike McNally's battered right shouI-
der.
The injury TO the young third base
mans right arm is so severe that the
wing is in q sling and he is unable to
use 1t IN even so mild an enterprise
as lifting coffee cup.
Hoyt Dramatic Figure
Waite Hoyt was the dramatic figure
IN the stufy little dressing room
where the Yankee ball players work
tho mystifying transition from the ia
mlllar diamond garh TO the civilian dis
guise Of the street.
The cool and calculating youth who
had withered the Giants in two bit
terly fought contests. lost something
Of that smooth aplomb he exhibits on
the diamond when he reached the pro
tectlng shadows of the drab little place
where the American Leaguers change
their clothes. He was bravely telling
MS companions in defeat that 1t was
ali part of the game and was trying
to make the best OF an exceedingly
lugubrious situation.
Babe Ruth, Roger Peckinpaugh, j.
Franklin Baker and others approached
The little bench where the blond boy
from Flatbush was dressing and ex.
tended their hands to congra tulate the
loser in one of the most glorious de-
teats engraved in the annals Of base
ball. Hoyt took it with a sad smile
from his colleagues, companions Of n
fearful campaign, but when Colonel
"Ill' Huston. half owner of the club,
strode through the sweating group Of
players and, looking over his glasses
as only the colonel can look. offered
silent hand to the defeated pitcher,
young Waite HOyt broke down.
man clasped hands with man at
that moment and while two diamond
tears certainly stole down the healthy
cheeks Of the athlete, it is equally
fact that the eyes OF the soldier, vet
eran OF that world series decided on
the long French front. were also moist.
Few Wait for Yankees
Colonel Huston didn't say anything.
1t wasn't necessary. The words in his
eyes and that one handclasp was prob
ably worth q winners share to Waite
Hoyt, Of Brooklyn. Hoyt looked as
though he knew that the colonel il a
man OF the world whose accuracy in
placing credit where credit Is due could
be trusted. II was no pcrfunctory SYM
pathy that was offered in the colonePs
hand yesterday.
The scene outside the Yankees
dressing room after the game was in
! acted beyond the portals of the Giants
quarters. While ii carousing mob
miled about The doors Of the National
Leaguers' shack there were four
persons outside the small green door
! guarding the Yanks. There we're two
photographers, Mrs. Babe Ruth and the
writer.
The giant Ruth came out In Uniform
to be photographed with huge silyer
crown that appeared from somewhere
in a leather hat box resem bling those
In which opera sAimmers reside. Mrs.
Ruth watched the performance rather
tdolefully and her eyes. too, had no
happiness in them.
Colonel Rupert. president OF the
Yanks, entered the dressing room and
congratulatetd the players as though
they had won. The way he handled so
depressing situation was magnificent
The incident that was probably most
touching appeared to 20 over the heads
Of the crowd While silence was hold
ing the little yard outside the Ynnks