Evening star., 1926-10-03

NEW YORK. October THE YAM
KEGS won the first game Of the world
series from ST. Louis by q score Of
2 to | and pNnnOCk was the hero.
Sixty-one Thousand in the stadium
watched him limit the scope of fa-
nous sluggerS.
Herbert Tennock is his name, hut
mostly they don't call him that. He
has the longest nickname of any play
er in organized baseball. for generally
he is referred to as THE Silver Fox
of kennett Square" In his Pennsyl-
vania home he spends his leisure rails
ing foxes and skinning them for the
market. Now anybody who can skin
fox ought to he able to fool ball
player Herbert did.
Three hits were all he gave. hut he
was much more wild than usual and
naSsed the same number OF hatterS.
Still. hut for little handle hit in the
first inning. there would have been
no score by St Louis and from that
round till the ninth no Cardinal
reached him.
PennGck is physically hut not spirit
ually left handed. He ranks among
the hrain;e est in the game and his con-
troll is famous up and down the league.
Today it was not so good. but this
slight man is not sheer ice and even a
fox has right to an extra pace of
pulse when the chase is on. The for
tunes of the game were such that
Pennock faced his most dangerous
foes in the tightest moments.
Met Worst Foe at Worst Time.
Many times he had TO bear down.
Coming into the ninth. for instance.
with a slim one-run lead on which to
lean. he waited and watched Hornsby
stalk up to the plate. With Bottom
lev and Bell behind him, Roger
Hornsby Is always a grim figure for
any one to pitch to. and now he was
solemn as we'll as savage.
Three days ago his mother died, and
Hornsby has gone on taking grief
upon his shoulders along with all the
weight of a. world series. The edge
was off his game, although he made
one fine play in the field. And still
Hornsby. we'll or stricken, is not
ever to be trif1ed with
Pennock was careful in pitching to
him and to all the others. Not once
did he simply put his shoulders
behind the ball and merely
try to put it through. Indeed Her.
bert was not even pitching at a plate.
His aim was for the corners. Across
these tiny targets he shipped dipping
curves. laying the ball as precisely. in
the desired spot as some boy setting
up pins in an alley.
Sherdel Worries Sluggers.
Against him was Sherdel and he
too. belongs among the brainy ones
of base ball. even though he's had no
dealings with the foxes. Slow | an"
is Sherdel's motto. He throws A ball
which makes the batter feel like a
gross sinner waiting his turn at the
foot of the judgment seat.
There seems to be fury in the pitch,
but the ball dallies all the way along
the journey. 1t starts for the given
point and then midway fingers awhile
to powder IT'S nose. Among the long
and mighty hitters Sherdel's slow ball
| is as tantaliZing as a rude man wear
ing glasses. Something blights the
power Of the swing as the crippled
pitch comes to the plate. But it did
not always get there.
L.. Douthit, the sceptic slugger. began
+ the game for the Cardinals by bang
ing a two-base hit into right. On an
infield ont ne went to third. tarried
there as Hornsby died and scampered
home on Bottomley's little lift over
the head of koenig.
Quickly the Yankees tied n. for