The New York herald., 1922-10-08
WetteSt Ball Game Since
.Shen1S Defeated the Hams
Giants Triumph Because They Made Use Of Australian
Crawl and High Dive, While Yanks Lacked
Swimming Stroke.
BY EDWIN C. HILL.


Half way through the tide of batra-
chan baseball that dashed yesterday
became obvious to the leanest intel
ligence why John j. McGraw is often
mentioned among the intellectual
giants. Up to that period Of the sport
which was absorbing some thirty-odd
thousand cash customers the impress
sion had existed publicly that the
National League champions were a
collection of miscellaneous mammals,
unusually agile and apparently pos
sessed individually of far more than
tho usual number of arms and legs,
but mammals nevertheless.
But the great thinker of baseball
his team was ambitious. every lad of
the lot a true menobranchus. Mys-
terious and invisible in his alcove Of
thought he saw. long before any other
human being present at the waterpolo
Grounds. that mere mammalian COM
potency was inadequate for the day. A
great leader. thoroughly estimating his
batrachians. he signaled the command
which wholly changed the style of fight
ing and the tactics of play.
He ordered the Giants to use the Aus
tralian crawl. There was the true
break" OF the game. as technicians
recognized. From that moment the
1anks. mere mammals. land animals
solely. were gone. They were sunk
har rf1lV tror fo,u rNit to la
bubbles appearing upon the ripping
surface. In the whole history of the
world series such mastery strategy.
such irresistibly brilliant thinking had
never been known.
Frisch, unquestionably the best diver
In ba aseball, dived grandly. Groh, with
awkward seeming but actually power
full stroke, swan over all the right side
of the infield. Bancroft, Kelly. Nc
Quillan, the pitcher, and the outfielders
far away among the tumbling pillows
never paused to question the scintil-
lating genius of their leader and swan
like swans to n remarkable victory.
One pitied the hapless Yankees as they
plowed and numbered through the tide
and begged down to miserable defeat.
Poor wights! With all their pluck and
resolution. they lacked a good swim
ming stroke. Huggins had forgotten to
teach one. 1t cost them runs to 3, a
third game, and they hang now upos the
very brink Of the Niagara of catas-
| trcphe.
Didn't Mind the Drenching.
1t was probably the wettest ball game
that has been played since the Shems
beat the Hams. with old uncle Noah
umpiring. just before all hands took to
| the boat 1t was as wet as Chicago
| thinks New York is and New York
knows Chicago is. If every customer OF
the nigh on to 10000 had sat or stood
under personal waterspout he couldn'.
have been any wetter. Nor she. Blu,
the funny thing about the aquatic sport
of yesterday was that the aquatic sports
who looked on didn't seem to mind the
dismal. undertaking drizzle one tinker's
dam. Which is no cussword but n
| highly respectable classical allusion. as
McGraw undoubtedly knows. They sat
and soaked with every evidence of salts
faction.
Tailors' bills were run UP to probably
! $4,000, figuring on what they charge
nowadays just for simple pressing Ex-
ceedingly snappy new hats looked after
half an hour or so like something
Mehitabel. the cat. had brought In.
Even enappier suits that had outgloried
the lilies Of Solomon & Sons looked as
If they had been slept in. You can CUES.
the rest-haughty stiff collars whiting
wistfully: neckties getting all bedrag ggled
and onery appearing hands too wet to
hold a cigarette cigarettes too wet to
burn a mess.
Yet. strangely enough. everybody was
cheerful, happy, full of pep. There was
more life sparkling out of the fog ani
drizzla fhap had haau nerCanf fhla Vnop
any previous day. The women folk.
often maligned by the unobservant male,
were the joliest sports Of all. taking
without a whimper such a soaking as
would have annoyed the housekeeper of
the Ark. Gorgeous hats dribbling to
ruin left their souls serene and their
faces bright with interest. May Allah
soothe the least Of their sorrows and in
his compassionateness preserve their
compilations What mattered Il II. in
ignorance so profound as to be nothing
less than admirable. beautiful, they dis
played of the game itself the embracing
comprehension that most OF us have OF
that relatively thing OF Mr.. Einsten's?
So far as this writer could see, not one
Of them quit the grounds until the final
swimming race was done with, and the
same cannot be said for n lot of males
routed early by the little drops of water
Gloom, Dripping Gloom.
They were coming down long before
the show began. these little drops. As
one sat at thirty minutes past noon just
behind a long extended row of teleg-
raphers and photographers now located
in the baseball writer's coop. tho sky
all around became dismaller than ever.
and at no time in the morning had 1t
been anything to make a temperamental
soul feel gay about. Around the frown-
ing bastion OF the bluff that some great
Coogan made stick many n year ago.
around the ugly bend OF the elevated
railroad and around the arc of the stand
itself there was merely gloom. dripping
gloom. Even the news was rapidly
getting wet.
Telegraph instruments. sensitive as
human nerves. were threatening TO short
circuit. and Edison Brewster, chief
commercial news operator of the West
orn Union Telegraph Company. feeding
the early tidings simultaneously into
more than 200 cities on the great cir
cult, savagely chewed tho stem Of hts
pipe. The copy paper overw which raced the
pencils OF the reporters or which spun
through the typewrlters of these brisk
boys was soaking wet IL was darker
at that hour than in the late afternoon
OF Thursday when Hildebrand ended