Evening star., 1924-10-11

may sink nations into the dust
will ever dim the memory Of tn;
ton won the world base ball char
Just as long Autumn shadoy
pit of the Clark Griffith Stad
gladiators rose from the forlor
crushed the mighty Giants in t
contest in the history of the
debonaire old Capital made Mail
America won the war. and Wash
ington celebrated that historic epoch
in patriotic fervor. But when the re-
sounding crack of Earl McNeely's S
doubled furnished the sweet music to
which Muddy Ruel danced across
home plate with the winning run yes
terday afternoon, whole city went
mad, in the aromatic ecstacy of a
delerious frenzy, and even refused to
be Quieted through the long hours of
the night.
Lasts Far Into Night.
In the joyous exultation of the su-
preme hour it had waited two dec
ades to hail Washington gorged
itself upon the luscious fruits of vic
tory and literally fell PROSTATE in
the small hours of this morning after
a night of delirious revelry. a
veritable orgie of joy, a celebration
that was spontaneous. tumultuous.
overwhelming.
Hour after hour throbbing thou
sands marched and rode up and down
Pennsylvania avenue, and that old
thoroughfare. long accustomed to the
tinseled dignity of military panoply
| laughed and rocked to sounds and
noises that were as strange as they
were joyous to its ears. Restraint
was left at home, and it was the
happiest-go-luckies mob that ever
howled itself ragged.
Delerious With joy.
1t was the passing of the crisis. the
swapping of that long pent-up ten
sion in which hundred thousand
men and women held their breath
and watched for the moment they
feared would bring defeat. And
when the specter of defeat was van
quished by the goddess of victory no.
body knew what they did, nobody
else cared. Washington's fighting
heroes had been crowned champions
of the world.
For more than three anguishing
hours the crippled Griffmen had been
battling what seemed to be hope
less fight against the veteran Giants
a powerful machine intact. Forty
thousand delerious fans had sat watch
ing the game struggle for supremacy
on the diamond below them. AS many
more were packed around score.
boards downtown, where tiny elec-
trio lights or plain chalk numerals
were telling the story as best they
a.
heard the story over the radio.
Errors Offset Homer.
A smashing blow from "Bucky''
Harris mighty bat gave Washington
lone one-run lead early in the
game. 1t was the first hit Virgil
Barnes had allowed in four tight in
nings, but the ball just dropped into
the left-field bleachers and gave the
stocky little manager of the Griff-
men a home run. Tragedy was in
store for the locals a few minutes
later, however, for in the fatal sixth
together with timely hitting by the
foe, netted McGraw's proteges three
runs.
Washington was beginning to feel
the loss of it's reliable old pivot man.
Roger Peckinpaugh. Harris patched
up infield was beginning to crumble
around him, but the Nationals pilot
never wavered. In a vain effort to
stop the scoring. he had called upon
Fred Marberry to relieve Mogridge, who
had pitched wonderful base ball up
to that time. But even Fred failed
to halt the slugging Giants until they
had assumed a comfortable two-run
lead.
McNeely Fails Once.
Two more terrible innings passed
and the fans groaned with the de-
spair Of almost certain defeat. Then
Harris called on little Memo Leibold
to pinch hit for Taylor after B!uege
had gone out. That was. the end OF
Virgil Barnes. for Memo came
minute later Ruel got his first
single of the series. Tate walked
next and the bases were filled. but
once more Washington's hopes seem
ed dashed when McNeely flied out.
Then Bucky Harris walked up to
the plate. He was white-faced and
determined. He knew that single
would tie the count and he knew
the fate of the world championship
had been dumped squarely upon his
shoulders. Taking the first ball
pitched, Harris smashed 1T over the
Giant third baseman's head for a
perfect single, scoring Leiboid and
Ruel. The crowd did not stand up.
1t was already standing, from Presi-
dent Coolidge down to the smallest
boy in the bleachers.
The whole park literally rocked to
and fro in ecstatic joy and Barnes
marched sadly to the showers. re-
lieved by Art Nehf, McGraw's ace.
Eehf retired the side, but the damage
had been done and the score was
tied. with Washington in fighting
spirit once more. Then there came
the moment when Washington's cup
of joy overflowed completely and
simply gushed in great streams ev-
erywhere. Walter Johnson came
trotting out to the pitchers box to
replace Marberry.
The Old Master! The man who
was thought to have pitched his last