Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-10-07
IN ROUTE TO PHILADELPHIA,
. October almost surrounded


and cut of, the Athletics had
to shoot the works in the NTH
game of this steamy series for the
championship of the world.
It took the brains and courage Of
Connie Mack, the combined pitching
arms Of Earnshaw and Grove and the
big war mace of Jimmy Foxx to beat
the somber Burleigh Grimes and the
Cardinals, 2 to o, and thereby shove
Philadelphia within one game Of an
other base ball crown.
For the better part Of nine innings
Grimes and his famous surf ball re-
manned deadlocked with Mack's two
mighty aces, Earnshaw and Grove, but
you can gang q man and throw TOO
much power even against stout heart.
With Mickey Cochrane on FIRST
through O walk in the ninth and Sim
mons retired, Grimes whistled one high
and fast along the line Of Foxx's chin,
and the big first basau1an broke UP the
best world series show in years by club.
bling the ball deep into the center-field
bleachers for a home run, scoring
Cochrane on the trip.
It was o mighty wallop from the bat
Of o mighty mauler, one OF the best,
and 1t sent the Cardinals eastward
bound needing the two remaining
games to win, where the Athletics need
but one. And the Athletics will be home
again when the next charge starts.
TTHERE have been few ball games In
4 any world series to equal this final
battle in st. Louis before another
big, raving mob Of Western fans, who
rooted their hearts out for Grimes and
. the Red Birds until Jimmy Foxx Lit the
; fuse to his ur-bagger in the ninth
and the ball disappeared from view
. amid O stricken silence deeper and
denser than the silence Of the tomb.
They may have wished to pay tribute
10 this blow, but 1t struck into their
hearts like a poisoned poignard, and
there was no soul left for any further
noise. Young Foxx silenced the clang
of their bells, the music Of their horns
and the roar of their voices with one
Of the most timely blows ever delivered
In big game.
You could sense drama In overlapping
waves from the start of this battle TO
the finish It was the big game to win,
the vital one of the series UP to date.
The sky was gray and threatening, with
occasional drops Of rain SCATTERING
down, indicating Q possible postpone
rounds And from the start 1t was easy
70 see that Grimes and Earnshaw were
at their best, two great pitchers with
the GOODNESS, the courage, the stuff and
the control needed TO go the route.
Earnshaw, after his big day back In
Philadelphia, was even better in this
crucial game. The big right-hander
worked like q master, and Grimes
matched his work for the seven innings
Earnshaw broke UP the Cardinal at
tack.
AS the eighth inning arrived Connie
Mack and his board were called upon
TO make a desperate decision, de-
cision that might possibly win or lose
the game in this one inning. Haas and
Boley had gotten on through Skillful
bunting with one out and Earnshaw
was due at bat. Here was the pitcher
who had held the Cardinals TO two hits
in seven innings, who was riding the
top of the world, and who looked as If
he could pitch shut-out ball all after
noon.
But Connie Mack wanted a run. He
took the big gamble and sent In Moore
to bat for Earnshaw with Bob Grove
warming UP. Moore worked his way
into q pass that filled the bases with
only one out and the top Of the Athletic
batting order coming up.
The game looked TO be over as almost
anything would score a run. and there
was Grove coming in with his fast ball
on dark, giowering day.
WHEN Grimes retired Jimmy Dykes
w for the third out the racket left
the big stands rocking in the gale
from human throats. The surf ball
king had risen to the top height.
Earnshaw, who had allowed but two
hits in seven innings, the same Earn
shaw who had beaten the Cardinals
TO 1 in the second battle, was out,
but the man taking his place was
big, tall, loose jointed left-hander
named Grove.
Connie Mack's first gamble had failed
but he had the serum ready for any
thing that might happen in the wiry,
whip-like, left arm Of Grove. Here
was a game Mack had TO win. All aft
ernoon he had been the busiest man
on his bench. watching every play, talk
ing with his hitters as they started tor
the plate, shifting his outfielders,
watching every move. He couldn't lose
this one with only one pitcher left 70
face Hallahan, Haines and Grimes
again. II was swim or sink.
Grove went breezing along, allowing
but one hit. And then at the start OF
the ninth, Grimes, attempting TO make
Cochrane hit at bad one, walked the
Athletic star. When Grimes retired the
always dangerous Simmons, the vocal
cataclysm broke out again. And lust
10 seconds later the ball game blew
up In the faces of the multitude after