New-York tribune., 1922-08-21

The twenty-fifth cad twenty-sixth
homers of the season for the Busting
Bambino ensconsed the happy Hugmen
firmly in first place, and sent $4,000
fexvid fans out of the Brush Stadium
in three reels. more or less. The
Browns were idle in Philadelphia, and
deserved their fate. The only condi-
tior worse than that of being idle in
Philadelphia on a Sunday is that of be-
ing asleep in the deep. What more
could Yankee fan ask than cool.
bright day, q stirring game, a Ruthian
finish, and another step pennantward
for the Huggins clan?
OF the twelve runs scored in yester-
days perfervid pastime on the Fabian
lawn, Signor Ruth was responsible for
seven, alone and unassisted. His
twenty-fifth homer In the first inning
sent Dugan across the pan ahead Of
him, accounting for two runs. His
error in not clinging TO McClellan's
twisting drive in the third let two Chi
cago tallies sift over the plate. His
twenty-sixth home run in the ninth
inning, with the Yanks trailing by
run and two men on base, brought his
total for the day 60 seven. Says Hug
gins, displaying these figures to Glea-
son, Read 'em an weepl'
Misses First Row Seats
Both brutal slams by G. H. Ruth
sailed into the far-off right field
pleachers, and not in the first row,
either. There was no mistake about
HAT he struck them without prcvoca-
,ion and with malice aforethought.
Red" Faber, the unhappy victim of
the savage assault, is still in dazed
condition. The veteran spitball twirler
doesn't understand yet what happened.
He had the ball game in his hands
going into the final turn at bat for the
Hugmen. He distinctly remembers
that Witt beat out bunt and Dugan
walked, and the score was 5 TO in
favor of Chicago with Ruth at bat.
Then he claims that the sky fell on
him. Further, deponent sayeth not.
Carl Mays and Faber were the
opposing slab artists at the start of
the game, but both were bumped and
Mays was subjected to the recall after
the third when the Sox had nicked
him for seven hits and FIVE runs.
Waite Hoyt pitched the last six
innings in fine style, holding the
Gleasonites to three hits and no runs.
Faber was slammed for eleven hits all
told, but he would have eake-walked
into victory had it not been for
the luscious larruping Of the Behemoth
of Bust.
The Sox started socking with en-
thusiasm in their first turn at bat.
Singles by Strunk, Collins and Falk,
aided and abetted by triple from the
hat of Harry Hooper, gave the Glea-
son tribe a trio of tallies. Under
slung Carl was in deep, not to say
hot, water in this period, and only a
snappy double play by the infeld saved
further damage. Dugan's single and
the Bambine's homer immediately put
the Yanks within striking distance of
the enemy again, but the Babes error
in missing McClellan's long ly in the
third presented the pale -hosed ath-
letes with two more runs, as McClel-
Ian completed the circuit and Falk
scored ahead of him.
Score One in Seventh
A base on balls to Pipp, hit bats
man and single by Aaron Ward
netted run for the Yanks in the
third. They pulled up to to a
score in the seventh on triple by
Wally Pipp and single by Bob Meu-
sell Then came the ninth and the
package of dynamite.
The Behemoth of Bust never hit a
bali harder in his life than the whir-
ring sphere that broke up the game.
He had to buck the line and "skin
off tackle" in regular football style
to plough through the rabid populace
! on his trip around the bases. The
crowd tried to carry him off the field,
but once in while the mere physical
is superior to any amount of moral
or mental force. The Babe was too
Zig for the job--he couldn't be lifted.