The New York herald., 1921-10-14
ROR BEATS HOYT AFTER LATTER YIELDS A PASS
RA VIKINGS SAVES VICTORY
IN STABBING BAKERS DRIVE
Continued from First Pogo.

the red light OF melodrama. now glar-
ing over the game. might light the
way to a Yankee victory after ell. or
at least to a tying OF the score. The
cansmen of the Giants and the YAM
KEGS were alike roaring fiercely along
the bleachers and covered stands, and
the noise may have temporarily af-
fected the polse of Pitcher Nehf.
Ward went to bat and Nehf pitched
three balls In a row. Then. after
Ward had jerked his head in irrita-
ton over the calling Of the fourth
q strike, he was passed to first base.
This was the nth base on balls that
Nehf had allowed-no great number
considering the frosty nature Of the
afternoon. It looked like q possibly
serious break in the days perform
ance Of this truly great pitcher. The
cries Of the players at their work
were lost in a monstrous hullaballo
from the Yankee fans. One Of those
oddities who get into tho press stand
and disturb great intellects at their
task blurted as Ward trotted 10 first
base:
Ten to the Yankees win; 900 to
$10!"
The only response he got. however,
was "Oh, shut up!" from neighbor-
ing maniac who resented the inter-
ruption OF his reveries.
Homo Run Baker Up.
One out. runner on first. batter up.
and that batter J. Franklin Baker. Two
home run masters In one inning-the
present Ahkoond of Swat. Babe Ruth.
and that ex-potentate. now appearing
from retirement, Baker, who came back
and played with the Yankees regularly
this summer until an injured leg put him
out in August. Now--so the thought OF
the Yankee bleachers ran--if Baker
could only get SO much as a single the
Yankees could
''The old stuff, Franlzv' "Remember
1s1s!" Bring m home, Frank!" they
were yelling. Home Run Baker strode
to the plate like one who could not fail.
He hitched his shoulders from side TO
side, tugged ferociously at the belt OF
his trousers, rubbed his right hand
against said pants and brandished his
bat as II 1t were a Zulu war club.
He lunged tigerishly at the flrst offer
ing of Nehf. but stopped part way on
the swing and grounded his weapon. It
looked from the press stand az II he
really had struck at It. but Umpire Chill
shouted, "Ballp' Baker took no chances
with the next one. Again he swung
ferociously. hitting nothing. Then he
fouled to the wire screen back of the
catcher. Next he fouled to the 80 grand
stand seats.
Nehf had proved his mettle by pitch
ing the best he knew how to Ruth again
he proved 1t by putting them over to
Baker. Dangerous sluggers though they
are. Nehf wasn't going to let them walk.
The ball was singing over the plate or
just Off the corners. and Baker. holding
up his end Of the duel, was ramming his
bat into everything he could reach.
Two and Three ON Batter.
The determination of Baker to fing an
he had Into one grand slam that could
not ruin the game and might save It for
his team was so obvious that the mob
caught the flame Of his spirit and was
burning itself up with delirious screech-
Ing. Now It was three balls and two
so wild Baker had to hop out of its
way. Then he fouled again and
After all this preamble we have finally
got to the news of the day.
There is a young fellow by the name
OF Johnny Rawlings. He plays second
base for the Giants. He's quite O chap
with the bat, too. and up to yesterday
he had seven hits In this series. Yester-
day he got three. which was half his
clubs total. and two Of them were two
baggers, bowling past third base. That
would seem to satisfy any ones appetite
for heroics. But It seems Johnny Raw
lings never gets enough to eat.
Frank Baker, after doing all this foul
ing and waiting, applied another Of his
ferocious heaves to the ball as 1t sped.
curving widely, from the left hand Of
Arthur Nehf. And he hit that ball on
the nose with the far end of his bat
The thwack of the blow was audible, for
the crowd was decent enough to stop its
yowling for an instant whenever Neirf
let loose.
It was loud thwack. clean sound