Evening star., 1924-10-09

Iler upon tier, row after row in
solid. futtering lines, those fans
roared encouragement to their stout
hearted idols out on the diamond
matching their own gameness with
the undaunted spirit of the struggling
Nationals
Even when old Tom Zachary, upon
whom Bucky Harris pinned his hopes
for the victory that would tie the
series at three-all, yielded tvs safe
ties in the alien first inning that net
ted the Giants a rup. the fans never
gave UP hope, and in the fifth their
tQya1tyg was rewarded, when M ash friRr
ton took the lead BY one run. ali hut
smashing Art Nehf, the enemy ace,
out of the box.
1t was game that matched those
two stirring. record d-breaking tits
with which the series were opened
here five days ago. And time after
time when the pinches came or when
some stirring play by the locals drew
fresh cheers from the throng, Presi-
dent Coolidge witnessing his second
world series game in a private box
beside the Washington dugout rose
to his feet In excitement. Beside him
stood Mrs. Coolidge, no less thrilled
by the tense battle for the worlds
greatest base ball trophy than her
distinguished husband.
II was d crowd that only the
National Capital could assemble. One
might almost say that the whole
world was watching this battle Of
the century for within the small
spaces of this historic old stadium
were grouped the accredited digni-
taries of most of the larger nations
of the world. But overshadowing all
else were those faithful legions of
everyday fans who had been SO loyal
with voice and purse to the Nationals
in the days of defeat as we'll as in
these latter. balmy days of champion
ship. 1t is a great, rollicking crowd
a crowd hoping for the best, but out
for holiday despite the worst.
Eager to spur their heroes on at
the slightest provocation, these thou
sands of flushed men and women, boys
and girls rose in their seats time
and again to spatter a trembling at
mosphere with roar upon roar of
frenZied applause.
Old Tom Zachary, who humbled
the mighty Giants Sunday, and who
was called upon by Clark Griffith to
save the bacon today. had been warm
ing up on the side lines. On the op-
posite side of the diamond, just in
front of the foemen's dugout, Art
Nehf, ace of the invading twirlers,
had been practicing his pep shoots,
too.
There was a sudden lull, silence
that was tumultuous in it's oppressive
ness in the face of such a throng-
the lull before the storm. Now it has
broken in all of its fury. The game is
on--a king may be crowned in the
next two hours.
Fairly sparkling with bristlng pep,
the Nationals run out upon the dia-
mond. Slowly Zach follows and the
stands raise up as unit, $1,000 per-
sons working with the precision of
machine, to hail the man upon whom
Washington pins its hope, its faith, its
all.
Suddenly Zachary. squirming. rhyth-
mically ties his elongated frame into
an impossible knot and when he
comes out of it the ball is flashing its
way straight for Giant. Behind him
Bucky Harris and his teammates
wait They are calm. grizzled vet
eranS now. Not the nervous. over
jealous novices that went into this
fray for the first time, and the first
line of defense intact, because re-
liable Roger Peckinpaugh IS In his
accustomed place at short with
Bluege attending to the-hot corner at
third. There Is something more than
mere determination in this team to-
day. 1t is self-assurance. confidence.
in their ability to win.
There was no sorrow out here to-
day over Walters second defeat. In
fact, one veteran of long years stand
ing declared that at least three of the
Giant blows that had been charged
against the old master as hits should
have been called errors.
Ready to Drive Again.
"win today. forget yesterday"
That was the overwhelming
thought that began in the Washing
ton dugout, swept over the field and
reverberated through the stands