Evening star., 1924-10-11

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Through six long and nerve -crashin
| there was still no decision when t
closed. Through three extra frame
seemed an eighth game might be ne
game" which turned all Washingt
dervishes.
The bedlam roared far into the
| like it since those two armistice da
| filled the air; again the exultant po
to hold high carnival. 1t could not
but Washington. The pent-up bas
| years broke loose in an insane rush
| Washington had put its last ounce
of drive and pull in this world series.
| Three times President Coolidge had
| headed the hometown rooters. The
only game he missed here in the
Capital was the one played Sunday.
That one he heard by radio on the
Mayfower cruising down the bay.
City mt standstilI.
| Government has been at a stand
still; local business has been thrown
out of joint; professional men have
deserted their offices. On the last day
the situation truly was remarkable.
Doctors waved away their patients
and postponed important operations.
Dentists paid no heed to the pleas of
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tooth; lawyers excused themselves
from all clients, and in the shops
purchasers could get nowhere with
| the sales persons who were demand
ing to know the latest word from the
| thousands of radio sets scattered all
over the city for the benefit of those
who had not been able to maui their
| way into the ball park. During the
games Washington played in New
/ h,,n6 6rA Of lou nd
tors and other professional men
equipped their Offices with crystal
fsets TO listen in
Cripple Is Lucky.
The fact that victory came after
| so long a fight made it all the
| sweeter in the end. The luckiest
| man in Washington was a cripple
who managed TO gain place on the
sidewalk just outside the stadium
as the victory crowd began to pour
| out. Nickels and dimes and quar-
ters rained upon him in a silver
storm and it required several volun-
| teer assistants to gather up the scat
tered ones and replace them in the
| big hat which suddenly grew so
| heavy
| None who saw the finish Of that last
game ever will forget il. Base ball
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| the sport, stood and looked on in
amazement. There was tense mo-
ment as the ball speeding from la ri
McNeely's bat suddenly bounded over
| Lindstrom's head at third base and
slowly hopped its way out to left
field, where Pep" Young had been
placed for just such an emergency.
| McGraw of the master mind knew
McNeely was a left field hitter. He
| knew a strong throwing arm would
be needed to cut off Muddy" Ruel
| at the plate. McGraw called the
play, but it came about in such q
| way that when Young grabbed the
! ball he did not make move to throw
! it to the plate. He just raced for
the Giants bench. The game and the
series were over.
Fans Rush Field.
The Washington fans stood breath
| less for q moment. and then, with a
| roar which might have reached
Broadway-if anybody in the bla Sc
| metropolis had been itstening-they
! rushed upon the field. 1t was as if a
| great dam had burst and human
| flood let loose. Walter Johnson, who
Lad been perched on first, was first
| McNeely and "Muddyr-"Muddy," who
had not made a hit until this last
day; Muddy" whose "life" had been
spared when Sergt. Hank Gowdy,
world series hero of 1914, got his
feet tangled up with his cast-od1
mask and let a high foul trickle
through his mutt. That was the real
break" of the game. Muddy was
in vicious frame of mind. He al
ready had tasted blood in the game.
| getting a single in the eighth and
scoring the tying run. He slammed
a couple of line fouls. Then he slam
| med one that was fair. 1t flew over
| third base and out to left. and the lit
tie catcher fairly flew to second. The
| end was in sight. The rainbow still
was flashing in the setting sun. John
sons hot grounder handcuffed Jack
son at short. Then came the Nc
! Neely bounder-a $4,000 hit-and
after that the deluge.
| Not To BE Denied.
! From a Washington standpoint, the
finish could not have been better 1t
was a story book ending. Johnson,
| the old master, with two defeats
| chalked against him, had been called
into this last fray in the ninth when
the score was tied. Once more he
had his chance for a victory, but lie
| also had the chance to go doXn 10
| a third defeat. That unhappy climax
seemed near indeed in the ninth when
Frisch tripled with only one gone
But Johnson now was the smoke ba II
king of yore. He was not TO be
| denied.
On Thursday Johnson, Inundated
and believing he had cost his team
| mates their chance for victory, had
told some of his closer friends that
he would never pitch again. He said
he did not believe he could face the
| crowds. Even their sympathetic ap-
plause would crush him. But when
the zero hour came. when the big
Train went out there to warm up
and the forty Thousand frantic fans
arose in one great billow, Johnson
waved his hand to them and a grin