The New York herald., 1921-10-14
He Stabs Drive by Baker;
Quick Play to Kelly to
Frisch Ends Game.
PECK'S ERROR COSTLY.
Bancroft Scores Only Run
on Captains Fumble in
First Inning.
HOYT FALLS IN 3D. TRY
HoYT FALLS IN Sd TRY
Ruth Easily Cut Off in Batting
for Pipp-Small Crowd Sees
Series Windup.

-. W0ns Lost. &c.
Yankee Ssna:s:......:.::::::. ;:::... .sss .sss
The Giants are champions. They
beat the Yankees to 0 in the eighth
and hnal game.
At last they found the vulnerable
heel Of Waite -Hoyt, the Flatbush
Achilles. From his chilled fingers
slipped two bases on balls in the first
inning. This and blunder by Peck
inpaugh, the Yankee captain, pro-
duced the only run. Thereafter the
Yankees knocked frequently at op-
portunity's door. Once or twice It
opened a few inches, only to be
slammed in their faces. The chief
slammer was Arthur Nehf. Twice he
had pitched against Hoyt and lost.
This time
Well, having done our duty by the
frozen facts, let's skip to the ninth
inning and our new world series
hero. Johnny Rawlings. There some
thing was done that belongs with
the miracle plays of baseball. Part
Of the hurry Of the crowd as it boiled
out Of the Polo Grounds was due to
the fact that everybody had some
thing to tell the home folks. Also 1t
was necessary to rush away to some
spot where there was plenty OF air.
where one could gasp and gulp and
recover his breath. The paper that
is running = "greatest play you ever
saw" contest mead 30 no further.
The winter league experts may de-
eide. when other years and other
series are pulled into the perspective,
that yesterdays was only one Of
many stunning episodes In the peo-
ple's sport. But you couldn't make
any Of the short memoried citizens
believe that last night. Anyway. the
last inning proceedings struck the
multitude dumb, and anything that
brings about Wholesale aphasia in a
baseball mob must be worth the
readers attention.
Setting for Baseball Fiction.
1t was, then, the ninth inning, the
last Of the ninth, with the Yankees
up and the score I to o against them.
Such was the fervor of the moment
that many Yankee rooter knew not
whether he was cursing or praying
or merely babbling the strange
sounds that are supposed to encour-
age those hard birds out on the field.
Here was setting for baseball fic-
ton. or for one Of those rare eleventh
hour splurges that occasionally grace
the game in actual combat. And who.
my children, was that roly-poly young
man advancing to the plate as the
first batter for the Yankees-advanc-
ing and swinging wicked club and
paving the ground and yanking the
peak Of his cap and rolling a great
quid Of gum with his tongue and
theoretically terrifying Pitcher Nehf
with the mere lightning Of his glance?
Babe Ruth, of course.
The crippled slugger. kept out Of
two preceding games,' had been up to
this moment OF yesterday active only
as coach of third base, where he
kept his left hand in his sweater
pocket and spanked his thigh with his
right as he hollered for Yankee rum
ners who never got as far as third.
And now, with the Yankees topping
on the edge of the last ditch. Huggins
had sent him out in the faint. hope
that. slashed elbow, lame leg and all,
he might make hit.
All Cheer Ruth's Pluck.
Ruth batting for Pipp." the umpire
screamed. The crowd, buzzing and
then screaming too, implored the
Babe to do what was right-that is,
the Yankee crowd did, and Giant
rooters too Joined in the cheer for the
bandaged Ruth's gameness.
Ruth was set for mighty hcave.
He held his bat at its very tip, SO that
its full force might be available. In
story book baseball he would have
knocked O. homer. then and there. and
tied the score. But what he actually
did was this: Fouled the first ball.
let the second one be called a strike.
let the third pass for a ball and hit
the fourth. It was wide one with a
curve like the IL" at 10th street.
Ruth hit It, not into the Harlem River
but toward first base, a trickling little
bouncer that was pic for Kelly, on
duty there. Thus the home run cham
pion disappeared from the world series.
having fought the good fight and lost.
One out.
A few seconds later II looked as IL