Evening star., 1924-10-11


street look blase.
of the century, who had waited IS
years for a chance to work in a
world series, had been given two op
portunities and lost both. There he
was, back again. with the chance OF
winning the deciding game and end
ing his career by bringing home to
the city he had served 50 well the
world championship, That was an
other moment Washington will never
forget.
Fans Kelly Twice.
From then on it was a game Of
strategy. Twice in as many innings
Walter was in trouble with the ter
rible Young facing him. And twice
he deliberately walked him. knowing
that he must strike out the next man,
Long Geofge Kelly. who garnered d
home run off his delivery in the first
game. But each time Kelly famed.
In the eleventh inning Heinie Groh,
he of the bottle-shaped bat, went in to
hit for McQuillan. who by that time
was pitching for the aliens, and got
single.
frankie Frisch. the Fordham fash.
who had tripled the time before, was
up next, and Walter had to pitch to
him. Straight past the Giants star of
stars the Old Master shot his smoke.
and as the throng went wild again
Frisch famed. Kelly came right be-
hind his captain and accommodated in
the same manner The last strike-out
for Johnson was earned off Wilson.
That was in the twelfth inning, des-
tined to be the last.
Muddy Ruel Repeats.
BY this time the tension, both in
the field and in the stands was al
most too much. The fans were bob
bing up and down in their seats nerv
ously. Mrs. Coolidge several times
had leaped from her seat and waved
her hands. The President, too, had
vigorously applauded. 1t looked as
into the thirteenth inning. for the
weak" end of Washington's batting
order was up in the fateful twelfth.
The dope seemed right, too, when Mil
ler rolled out to Frisch. Then Muddy
Ruel, who had caught one of the most
wonderful series in base ball history,
stepped to bat again. :.
Could Muddy repeat? Was il possible
for him to get another hit? The
| crowd fairly begged. it prayed for
that hit Strike one" the umpire
called. and hope seemed darker than
ever. Then Muddy lifted a high foul
and the usually reliable Hank Gowdy
started after it. The crowd howled
though in awful pain. But Hank did
the unexpected.
In his anxiety to get the ball-both
teams were on edge-he dropped his
| mask in front of him and stumbled
over it. The ball dropped to Mother
Earth with a joyous "piop." 1t was
the second strike, but Ruel had his
third chance left. Taking the next
MacQuillan, Muddy lined it down
| third base for two bags, and once
more a Niagara of joy roared up over
| the Quaking stands.
McNeely Makes Good.
Walter Johnson came to bat. There
was one down, and the crowd re
membered those golden days when
I the Old Master could grab a fast
| pitch and send it crashing into the
stands for home runs. They howled
| for Johnson to win his own game.
Walter smashed a vicious grass
cutter to Jackson, who fumbled it,
| and Johnson was safe at first. 1t
| went as an error for Jackson. but
| to that hot one.
Washington paid $4,000 for Earl Nc
Nicely, and there was just that sum a
stake, besides the world series, when
he walked into the batter's box. Dozens
of times since he forsook California for
this climate Earl had hammered home
the runs that meant games, and he was
| destined to do it again. Earl didn't wait
for many balls. He fouled the first. and
then smashed the second down third
base fne for a double that scored Ruel.
Crowd Rushes johnson.
Great masters have written sym
tl,t e,f;i fha
civilization; there are tunes that lull
beasts to peace. But never was there
symphony or note that sounded sweeter
to the ears of Washington or sadder to
the Giants than the music of hickory
meeting rawhide. Young, who was play
ing left field for New York, never threw
even reached it, and the Giant fielder
put the ball in his pocket as a souvenir
of his teams defeat in the stirring
twelfth inning.
Those who were in the park when
Washington won will never forget
the scenes that followed With the
crack of McNeelys blow Johnson had
raced to second base. Before he
could turn back and reach the club
house thousands of wild-eyed fans,
screa ming with joy, were rushing
across the field. and fully 5000 stood
between the Old Master and the
safety of the showers
Before the police could reach him
Johnson had been hoisted to the
being rushed to the dugout. A dozen
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