The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1925-04-28


Fohlmen.
washington fans saw Herb PEN
mock collapse under the attack,
fierce and unexpected, of Bucky
Harris and his fighting Griffs, bu.
they did not see the doughty Fred
Wingfield beaten and crushed by
the washington juggernaut. Which
explains this story, for it happened
here yesterday, the world champions
giving Wingfield the identical dose
they handed Pennock and the New
York Yankees, winning by a score
Of to i.
George Mogridge really outpitched
Wingfield, but the latter was doing
q mans job. The slender south
paw was backed by the rapacious
champions, Wingfield by slower
AGGREGATION in every way. Never
tfleless Wingfield had his own
down to that terrible ending in the
ninth and deserves a mans re-
ward.
Twice Roger Peckinpaugh, n
demon in a pinch, was forced to
roll into double plays when hit
would have given the Griffs run.
Once Muddy Ruel was killed Oft at
the plate. Luck was with Wing
field when Wild Matthews, after
hitting safely, was hit by a batted
ball. but luck was most certainly
not with the Red Sox twirler when
he faced Goose Goslin in that te--
rible ninth.
MOgridge wavered q bit in the
sixth. walking Due PrOtherO with
two gone, BOOne's single TO snort
center sent PTOtherO 70 third
from where he walked IN when
Ernie Vache, the rookie gardener
from Dallas i'm the Texas League,
noled 4 double to right center,
TIif eave the Red SOx q lead
that seemed certain to be retained
to the end.
Goslin was at bat in the ninth
With one out. He swung with all
his might twice, bringing gas2s
from the fans who readily saw
what he was trying to do. The
Goose was shooting for the wall
80 true Babe Ruth fashion. A
home run meant a tied score ana
q chance for the world champs.
Then it happened.
Wingffeld tried to buzz e Iasl
hall mast Washington's leading
siugger. The Goose swung from
his shoes, collided with that BAH.
II shot on line down the right
field foul line. Ike Boone gaIloped
ponderously across the grass and,
making a dying effort to corral
that WaIlop, banged into the fence.
Foolish effort, for that liner had
passed well over his head in among
the fans and Goslin was trottlng
slowly around the bases. The score
was tied.
THE fighting Griffs were fighting
now as they had fought so often
and so hard a year ago.
"HOw about me, Bucky?
aaarIed Joe Judge on the bench.
''You can't hold bat" replied
the GEiffs' leader.
Hell / can't. This Is where L
can hold q bat or get out Of the
league" grOwIed the first sacIker
whose left thumb is stiff and
thrObs with pain.
"All right. go on up there Tor
Shirley" ordered Harris.
WingfieId had fooled Shirley, but
he remembered Judge well enough.
It bothered his control and the
first thing he knew Judge was
ambling down to first on four balls.
Then luck smiled on the Griffs.
Bluege hit one back at Wingfield
who attempted to start double
play. It failed because Judge beat
the peg to second, though Bluege
was out at first. The winning run
was on second, two were out. and
Peck was up. Peck who had twice
rolled weakly into double plays cut
ting off runs.
But Roger Peckinpaugh belongs
with the world champions. He
never stops trying. He was calm
ness personified. standing there at
the plate. Suddenly he whipped his
bat around and the ball was going
on a line UP. against the, left field
fence for two bases, scoring Judge
with the run that won.
However, the finish was not yet.
The Red Sox were still fighting,
hoping to unsettle Marberry, who
had relieved Mogridge in the eighth.
Boone raised a short fly for Cos
lin and Vache struck out, but Phil
Todt, the first baseman, hammered
q two.bagger out between Goslfn
and Leibold. A pass to Wamby set
the fans yelling for action and up
came Joe Harris in place of Tur-
key Gross. Marberry brought out
his hard ball and the Red Sox hitter
rolled to the manager of the world
champions, ending the struggle.
There you have the finish in de-
tail, showing the spirit among the