Evening star., 1934-10-01
INSTALLMENT Xxx.


~ Shorty Dugan, who was now
playing shortstop in place of
Doyle, lined a hot single through
Crawford on first and drove run ln'
Crawford was injured in the play.
The ball nearly tore his thumb off and
he gave way to Steve Higgins. a rookie
infielder from the Butchers farm
in Decatur.
Rosy Moore was just pitching along,
taking his time. Moore had the theory
that his outfield, and infield. too. for
that matter, should do 80 per cent of
his work for him. Unerripg control
and a moist splitter had the batters
all popping up and hitting into the
dirt. There we're no strikes in Moore'S
bag of tricks. He had control and
an accurate knowledge of each bat
ter's weaknesses.
CASTOR seemed to settle down after
the third. The Blues knicked him for
another run in the second, but that
was all. He set six men down on
strikes in a row. The Butchers col
lected run from Moore in the sixth.
CASTOR was living up to his reputa-
ton. He razzed each New Yorker as
he stepped up to the plate and had
the fans back of the screen in stitches
at his antics. At the same time he
was pouring that deadly submarine
ball of his up to the plate.
In the eighth CASTOR himself got
hit. The crowd was wild. 1t was the
eccentric ones first hit of the season.
The next man up was Joe Morris. the
Butchers new second baseman, bought
to replace poor Dirkin.
Rosy Moore was pitching more
slowly than ever. Morris was an un-
s.rown quantity to him and he looked
him over carefully The ball f1oated
down to Dugan at short. Dugan came
In fast. hesitated and made a scoop
off the dirt. He came up with nothing.
The ball went clean through his legs
out to Buck Hansen in center
CASTOR crossed the plate with the
tying run and the game took on an
entirely new complexion. Moore held
the rest of the inning scoreless by dint
OF two infleld outs and a pop foul to
Dick Horan. 1t was swell pitching in
the face of terrible break.
The two teams battled in a 2-2
deadlock until the thirteenth. Pop
Clark noticed that the rookie, Higgins,
on first, was hugging the bag too much.
Morris on second was a useful player,
but lacked Dirkin's great skill at going
over to his left and firing the ball to
first with that graceful motion which
had made Dirkin the best in base ball.
Pop ordered little Joie Brown to nurse
CASTOR for a walk. Brown got his
ticket to first, and perhaps CASTOR
didn't squawk on the play! Dutch
Schatz was next up. The signal for
the hit-andrun play was on and it
worked like a charm. Huette, the
assistant manager, coaching at third
was caught mapping. Both Higgins
and Morris started late and Schatz's
hit rolled between them for a perfect
single. Brown scampered around to
third. The stands were glum. One
run at this stage of the game looked
as large as dinosaur egg.
Koran laced the ball pitched to
him far out into right field Smith
ran back and caught it up near the
flag pole. Brown waited for the
catch and crossed the plate with the
third run. Three to two and Rosy
Moore pitching like a well-oiled pis-
ton rod
The press boys were unanimous in
criticizing Huette on the play Raw
Inns would never have let the Blues
get away with it. Terry was gleeful
as he tapped out his running account
of the game.
That was all the Blues managed to
get. Both Dugan and Moore went
down swinging.
The Butchers came up to the plate
with murder in their hearts Huette.
smarting under the play Just pulled
on him, ordered all the Butchers to
hit the first pitch. Smith rammed a
double down the third base line. Hig-
gins was next up and Moore got him
thrown out at first. Smith advancing
on the play. HoritZ the catcher,
waited Moore out carefully. The
count was two and two when he
lashed out at a slow curve. The
ball rose high in the air back of third
base. Reynolds ran for it and Joie
Brown held the third base bag. hop
ing for a play on Smith. Huette
watched Reynolds running. 1t seemed
TO be the only chance to tie the score
and the moment the ball fell in the
left flelder's glove he screamed at
Smith to dash for the plate. Smith
ran and when he got about 10 feet
away from the plate he saw the ball
sail over his shoulder into the out
stretched glove of Horan. In vain he
pulled up and tried to scramble back
to third. A short peg to Brown and
he was trapped. Swift little Joie
pounced on him and the Blues had
won another close one.
Terry. my boy, here is your dough u
Craven handed over Mullins money